Wren sat back down on the couch, and Rufus joined him. Rufus said, “We’re fucked. Or I am. You were smart enough to get away before you got caught up in all of this.”
Wren thought for a long time before speaking. “If what you say is true, and this is someone going after escorts because he’s been blackmailed, how do you think he finds things out? I mean, how does he know who the other escorts even are, assuming he hasn’t personally been with every one?”
Rufus chuckled, but the laugh was bitter. “You really didn’t get a chance to find out anything about the business, did you?” He stood. “I guess that was all up to me, if we had gone any further.” Rufus crossed the room, came back with his laptop, and sat down close to Wren.
Wren glanced at the screen as Rufus powered the computer up. Once it came to life, Rufus set it on the coffee table before them. Wren eyed the little Word icon with the novel he had read and quickly shifted his gaze away.