Someone had to know something.
Chapter Six
~ Dalton ~
"Who is this guy?"
I glanced up from my cell phone and looked across to Cam. "He's just a friend."
"And he's going to rescue us?"
I inhaled slowly and went back to looking at my phone. "Hopefully."
I was putting my trust into someone I'd known only a couple of weeks. I hoped I wasn't making the biggest mistake of my life. I would have been a lot happier if Andrew had come for me right then and there, but I understood that he needed a plan. He was a lawyer. He probably needed backup, too.
"Ugh." I let my head fall back against the wall. "This is taking forever."
"Food should be here soon."
I turned my head without lifting it. "Food?"
"Oh, yes." Cam grinned. "Brasov's prisoners are given three meals a day, a hot shower every other day, and a warm place to sleep each night. Wouldn't want anything to happen to the merchandise."
"How do you know all of this?"
"I've been here over a week," Cam replied. "It's the same routine every single day."
I huffed. "Fucking assholes, thinking they can just sell us. I can't believe he thinks he can get away with this."
"I'd heard rumors, but I didn't think they were true."
That got my attention. "You heard rumors? What sort of rumors?"
"Doesn't it seem a little too convenient that we have so many dancers come and go from this place? I mean, as clubs go, this is a pretty high-end one. This isn't one of those sleazy strip clubs they have down by the docks or something. The customers we get are pretty flush with cash."
"Yeah, but what do the two things have to do with each other?" The Refectory was one of the higher-end dance clubs in the city, and they did get a fair amount of upscale clientele, but I wasn't sure what that had to do with the high turnover rate of the dancers.
"You and I both know Brasov only hires the best dancers, right?"
"Yeah."
"And we make pretty good money in tips because this is a high-end establishment," Cam continued. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes."
"Then why in the hell would there be such a high overturn rate with the dancers? Why would any of them leave?" Cam waved his hand absently. "I mean I can understand one or two leaving, but we probably lose one or two a month."
I swallowed tightly. "You think Brasov is selling them and then feeding us some line about them leaving for greener pastures?"
Cam snorted. "I've been here for awhile, and I've had plenty of time to think about it, and I think the club is a showcase where buyers can come in and pick and choose which dancer they want to buy. Once they do, Brasov makes them magically disappear. Kind of like he did when he told everyone I was leaving to head off to school. Do you ever remember me ever talking about going to school?"
"No." And beyond being a little hurt that Cam hadn't said anything to me before leaving, I hadn't questioned it. Now, I was beginning to wonder how many other dancers had left the same damn way.
I wiped my hands down over my face before dropping them into my lap. "Man, if Andrew doesn't get here in time, we are so fucked."
I glanced down at my phone again, wishing I would hear that distinctive ding that meant I had a message. It couldn't come fast enough for me.
"You might want to mute that and put it away," Cam said. "Kirk will be bringing us lunch pretty soon. It would be a really bad time for it to go off."
