I dressed, applied a fresh coat of lipstick. The money was in a hotel envelope. “Wasn’t it Dashiell Hammett who said you don’t pay a call girl to do what she does, you pay her to leave afterward?”
“Probably.” He smiled drowsily. I closed the door softly behind me. There was only one taxi outside. I stepped in the back and was whisked home in the light and sound of a city evening.
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