Under still refused to look up, his arms above his head. So many thoughts. Why was Mr. Langer testing him like this? Didn't Mr. Langer know he was loyal? Always had been? He swallowed for a moment, "Prostitution," he said the word softly, like it was a fragile word. The judge and cops and jury had said it like it was his fault.
Destiny's eyes widened a little bit, she knew exactly what that word meant. She glanced at Jack to see if he knew.





