Lex eyed the money suspiciously, well aware that nothing was ever a free ride down on the lower levels, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to drop his guard over it.
”Y’know, when a guy comes cruising the red light district, tells you he’s married and tries handing you a wad of cash, it usually ain’t because he’s lookin’ to be charitable. Least not without something in return. So what’s the catch?”
“You don’t want me to give an honest answer as for why I’m in this area.”
He was looking for victims more than anything. People forcing kids into prostitution, people actually paying to abuse young children, that sort of stuff. He was between larger jobs and this was an easy enough spot to find people that deserved to die.
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