“You weren’t in ? Louer long enough to know what was really going on. The bad stuff.”
“You mean there’s stuff worse than prostitution?” Wren didn’t want to insult Rufus, but he had to ask. Was he just being na?ve when nothing else occurred to him? What other shady enterprise could the business be up to?
“I don’t look at what I do as prostitution.” Rufus sat up, moving away from Wren.
“Right. I’m sorry.” Wren didn’t want to get into this same debate about exchanging onlytime for money that he’d had with Chillingsworth at the outset. “So what’s going on? Can you even tell me?”