Wednesday November 5th, 10:38 PM.
"He wasn't joking, when he said you couldn't trust her." The agent told me, taking a left turn. "I took a look at her file…she's a real case."
I was flipping through it myself. She was never convicted, but was attached to prostitution, about every aspect of the drug industry, and multiple, multiple, cons. Every case was in a different state, and ranged back 5 years. To when she was 15. I was only two years older then this girl, and she had put on a lot of hard miles.
"So why's she going to a safe house?"
"She turned. On that guy." She taps the picture pinned to the file.
It's a guy, my age, and he looks rough. Cold, impassive stare at the camera. The name under it read SAMUEL ULEY.
Flipping back to her case descriptions, in every one, there was an S. Uley mentioned.
"Her pimp?"
"Boyfriend, she claims." The woman rolls her eyes. "But hey, I work every day of the year, who am I to judge young love."
"Why is she going on trail against him then?"
"For the same reason all women turn. He cheated on her."
