noticed on one wall an arrangement of logos of various websites operated through Entrepreneurial Concepts. He saw L.A.
Darlings and several others. Most of them were pornography sites, where a $19.95-amonth subscription bought access to thousands of downloadable photos of your favorite sex acts and fetishes. It was all presented on the wall in complete, unashamed legitimacy.
The PinkMink.com banner could have been the same as an advertisement for acne ointment.
Next to the wall of banners was the door marked PRIVATE. Pierce glanced back at the woman behind the counter and saw that she was preoccupied with something on her computer screen. He turned back and tried the doorknob. It was unlocked and he opened the door. It led to an unlit hallway with three sets of double doors spaced twenty feet apart on the left side.
'Um, excuse me,' the woman said from behind him. 'You can't go in there.'
Signs hanging on thin chains from the ceiling in front of the doors marked them as studio A, studio B and studio C.
Pierce backed out and closed the door. He returned to the counter. He saw that she was now wearing a pin with her name on it.
'I thought it was the rest rooms. What is that back there?'
'Those are the photo studios. We don't have public facilities here. They're down in the building's lobby.'
'I can wait.'
'What can I do for you?'
He leaned his elbows on the counter.
'I've sort of got a problem, Wendy. One of the advertisers with a page on L.A. Darlings dot com has my phone number. Calls that should be going to her are going to me instead.
And I think if I were to show up at somebody's hotel room door, there'd be some disappointment involved.'
He smiled but she apparently didn't appreciate his attempt at humor.
'A misprint?' she said. 'I can fix that.'
'It's not exactly a misprint.'
He told his story of getting a new phone number, only to learn that it was the same line on the web page ad for the woman named Lilly.
She was sitting behind the counter. She looked up at him with suspicious eyes.
'If you just got the number, why don't you just get another?'
'Because I didn't realize I had this problem and I already had change-of-address cards with the number on it printed and mailed out. It would be very expensive and timeconsuming to do that all over again with a new number. I'm sure if you told me how to contact this woman, she'd agree to alter her page. I mean, she's not getting any business off it if all her calls are going to me anyway, right?'
Wendy shook her head like his explanation and reasoning were beyond her.
'All right, let me see something.'
She turned to the computer and went to the L.A. Darlings site and into the Brunette escorts list. She clicked on the picture of Lilly and then scrolled down to the phone number.
'You're saying this is your number, not hers, but it used to be hers.'
'Exactly.'
'Then if she changed her number, why wouldn't she change it with us, too?'
'I don't know. That's why I'm here. Would you have another way of contacting her?'
'Not that I can give you. Our client information is confidential.'
Pierce nodded. He had expected that.
'That's fine. But can you see if there is another contact number and then you could call her and tell her about this problem?'
'What about this cell number?'
'I tried it. It takes voice mail. I've left three messages for her explaining all of this but she hasn't called back. I don't think she's getting the messages.'
Wendy scrolled up and looked at the photo of Lilly.
'She's hot,' she said. 'I bet you're getting a lot of calls.'
'I've only had the phone a day and it's driving me nuts.'
Wendy pushed her chair back and stood up.
'I'm going to check something. I'll be right back.'
She went around the partition behind the counter and disappeared into the back hallway, the slapping sound of her sandals receding as she went. Pierce waited a moment and then leaned over the counter and scanned all surfaces. His guess was that Wendy was not the only one who worked at the counter. It was probably a job shared by two or three minimum-wage employees. Employees who might need help remembering passwords to the system.
He looked for Post-its on the computer and the back of the counter's facade but saw nothing. He reached down and lifted the blotter but there was nothing under it but a dollar bill. He dug his finger around in a dish of paper clips but found nothing. He reached further across the counter to see if there was a pencil drawer. There wasn't.
Just as he thought of something, he heard the sound of her sandals. She was coming back.
He quickly reached into his pocket, found a dollar and then reached back over the counter. He lifted the blotter, put down the dollar and grabbed the one that was there. He put it in his pocket without looking at it. His hand was still there when she came around the partition, holding a thin file, and sat down.
'Well, I figured out one part of the problem,' she said.
'What's that?'
'This girl stopped paying her bill.'
'When was that?'
'In June she paid up through August. Then she didn't pay for September.'
'Then why's her page still on the site?'
'Because sometimes it takes a while to clean out the deadbeats. Especially when they look like this chick.'
She gestured to the computer screen with the file and then put it down on the counter.
'I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Wentz wanted to keep her on there even though she didn't pay. Guys see girls like that on the site and they'll keep coming back.'
Pierce nodded.
'And the number of hits on the site is how they determine the rates for the ads, right?'
'You got it.'
Pierce looked at the screen. In a way, Lilly was still working. If not for herself, then for Entrepreneurial Concepts Unlimited. He looked back at Wendy.
'Is Mr. Wentz back there? I'd like to speak to him.'
'No, it's Saturday. You'd be lucky even to catch him here during the week, but I've never seen him on a Saturday.'
'Well, what can be done about this? My phone's ringing off the hook.'
'Well, I can take notes and then maybe on Monday somebody could -'
'Look, Wendy, I don't want to wait until Monday. I have a problem now. If Mr. Wentz isn't here, then go get the guy baby-sitting the servers. There has to be somebody who can go into the server and take her page down. It's a simple process.'
'There's one guy back there but I don't think he's authorized to do anything. Besides, he was sort of asleep when I looked in there.'
Pierce leaned over the counter and put a forceful tone into his voice.
'Lilly -I mean, Wendy, listen to me. I insist that you go back there and wake him up and bring him out here. You have to understand something here. You are in a legally precarious position. I have informed you that your website has my phone number on it.
Because of this error I am repeatedly receiving phone calls of what I consider to be an offensive and
