"It was getting late and Swats Stenersen’s head pounded. He stepped out of the box and let out a small sigh. He knew what he had to do. Everyone did. It’s what he did every goddamn time he was sent up there...."
" A day in December is always remembered. A day in December is always remembered.
Ms. Murtoid was told to repeat that line until she could recite it without prompting..."
First chapter of a forthcoming novel on sex trafficking in the mid-Atlantic.