Smooshed into the backseat, I sat in silence while Ivan and Nia spoke in quiet tones.
"Why no tell me you Petter?" Ivan asked.
Nia shrugged. "I figured you knew. It's not exactly a secret around here."
Ivan shifted to look at her for a long moment. "I thought you prostitute who works Petter. Not Petter."
Nia's shoulders bumped into the air again. "Not my fault you don't listen to the club gossip. I've been with the Petters since I was six."
Questions burned in the back of my throat, buzzed around my brain. I willed Ivan to ask them. Figured they'd get answered that way. I doubted Nia would answer any of my questions at all.
"Slave?" Ivan asked.
Nia's chin dropped in a short nod. "According to my mother, my father is a Petter. I'm searching for him."