"How so? Sounded like she was on top of the world.”
"Looks can be deceiving.”
“What was going on?”
"Well, her boyfriend left her,” Lacey said. "She lost her account on For the Fans. That was her source of income. She was panicking.”
“If she lost her account, where was she doing a livestream?”
“On Instabook. She was trying to find another platform to move her audience to, and she was trying to keep in touch with them via the socials."
"Why did her account get banned?"
Lacey's face tightened. "It's a long story."
"We've got plenty of time.”
Lacey paused. She took a breath, and her face tensed with anger. "Her father is such a dick.”
"So there was tension there," I said.
"Well, of course. I mean, who wants their daughter doing that kind of thing for the whole world to see?”
"I take it your father's not too thrilled about your line of work," I said.
"My father's dead.”
"I'm sorry.”
"I'm not. He was an asshole.”
"Tell me about Eden's father.”
"He did everything he could to make her life miserable. He'd send his legions of followers to report her account. They finally kicked her off the platform.”
“Followers?”
“Her dad is Richard Scott.”
I lifted a surprised brow. “The evangelist?”
Lacey nodded.
“I can see why he might be upset.”
Lacey rolled her eyes.
"What did Eden do to violate the terms of the platform?” I asked.
"Nothing! They just made up shit about her. Said one of the guys she slept with on camera was underage.”
"Didn’t she have records for that kind of thing? IDs, contracts, health certifications?”
Lacey scoffed. "Sugar, this is the Wild West. Eden was breaking new ground. Plus, it's kind of hard to keep track of everyone when you sleep with 1,100 guys in a day.”
My jaw dropped, and my brow lifted with surprise. "1,100? Is that even physically possible?”
"She was going for the world record.”
