Foreword
INSIDE THE VICE RING
"I've wanted to talk to you about those pictures," Miller said. "And about yourself, too, Gordon. In a way, since Eudora brought you in, it's her job. But I have a feeling that she has a sort of personal yen for you. Not that I blame her, mind you. You're young and good-looking and, I'm sure, you can give her just what she needs. Still, while you're having your fun, just remember a couple of things. First, you're in this with us to stay, and make no mistakes about it. Your job is to get recruits for us-"
"Don't get yourself excited over me," I told him. "I'm in this to make money and not to change my mind."
"Fine. But don't forget what I'm telling you, Gordon. You get out of line, just once, and I could have you nailed on those pictures. You'd get five years in the can."
Miller was a few inches shorter than I was, and I stared down at him. Putting it mildly, I hated his guts. He was a creep who helped spread filthy sex. But I had to tolerate him. At least, I had to tolerate him until I was ready to act.
"In that case," I said, "the girl would get it, too. What about her?"
His look was stony. "Who cares...?"