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movies.”
    Grey knew then exactly what kind of movies Ellie had been making, what had probably brought her low, and what had brought her to New York.  If you bottom out in porn your next step is pro.  She’d probably burned a lot of bridges out in L.A. and wanted to try fresh in New York.
    “Sorry, man,” T.S. said.
    “Don’t be.”
    “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you.”
    “It doesn’t matter.”  The wall had dried but the paint was still marked with her blood.  “She didn’t get knifed by being a soccer mom in Westchester.”
    “Still, if it was my sister, I’d be a little steamed thinking my best buddy had watched her on DVD and, you know, well...”
    “Shut the fuck up, Sherman.”
    “Right.”  T.S. picked up his bag, started for the door.  “You know she’s an addict, right?”
    Grey’s chin dropped to his chest.  He shut his eyes and welcomed the darkness, felt it cool him, befriend him, then he opened his eyes again.  “I do now.”
    “Heroin.  I don’t know how bad a habit, but if it’s bad enough you’ll know it soon.”
    “Jesus.”
    “Call me if you need anything else.”
    “Thanks.”
    Once the echoes of footsteps receded down the stairs, Grey went through her purse and found a knotted condom full of heroin, a hypodermic needle, and a business card that sounded upper class unless you knew what you were looking for: “Premium Friends - For All Your Attendant Needs.”  He thought it was cute how they interchanged the word “attendant” for “escort.”
    Listening to Ellie’s labored breathing, he dabbed her sweaty forehead with a wet towel.  He remembered being a kid and doing this same thing after old man Wagner had been at her.  Washing her wounds, cleaning up blood.
    She was naked under a blanket, snoring softly.  He drew the blanket away and inspected her body.  Some scars he recognized.  Many others had been collected along the way.  A nicely done armband tattoo of thorns around her left bicep.  Another around her right thigh.  The signs of addiction could still be seen.  A few bad bruises and blemishes that hadn’t fully healed.  She’d shot mostly in her feet and a couple of veins had collapsed, proving she’d been hardcore for years but had still been smart enough not to ruin the rest of her body, the moneymaker.
    He took her hand and put her palm to his mouth and spoke against her flesh.  He wasn’t aware of his own words and he couldn’t stop himself.  He didn’t recognize his own voice and was almost lulled by the rhythmic murmur of it, like a hymn or a prayer.  It went on like that until it was dark and then he kissed her hand and laid it back across her belly.
    Ellie was sleeping soundly when Grey called the number and set up an appointment for later on that night.  He said he was a businessman visiting town and would like some company.  They went through the whole spiel that they were a “friendship club” and that their ladies were not prostitutes and there was no intent to sell sexual favors.  He said sure, he understood.  He showered, shaved, got dressed in his one black suit, and pulled a wedge of cash from his stash at the bottom of the closet.  He needed to find out if anyone at Premium Friends knew this Johnny.

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    Turned out Premium Friends was a ritzy place down in the East Village. Grey met the madam and two bouncers out in the vestibule, who checked him out and put a little quiz to him that was supposed to force him to admit to being a cop if he was one.  The madam was an Asian woman who was on the wrong side of fifty but still hanging in there.  Her glossy black hair wagged and waved whenever she turned her head the slightest bit.  He imagined her starting out as a pro playing the geisha girl, wearing teakwood sandals and telling guys in broken English how huge their cranks were.
    The bouncers were the usual muscle-bound no-neck types with faces blurred from past battles. The only difference was these two were