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“Look. They’re back.”

A platinum-haired woman rounded the corner, arm-and-arm with a well-cut escort. Her head was tipped up as she said something to the man, but her eyes never left the boys and girls offering their wares on the street.

“Third time this week. They check out the action, then leave.”

Jon nodded. “Been seven months since they were here last.”

“You know them?”

“I know of them,” Jon corrected. “They’ve been cruising this strip for over ten years.”

“They’re into threesomes?”

“Porn. Online porn, or so everyone says.”

“They’re looking for actors?” the kid asked too eagerly.

“No.”

When the couple turned away, Jon raked his hands through his hair, letting it fall into his eyes. “No actors.”