Chapter 63

When they got to room 908, Paul Evans, the head of the vice squad, flashed his badge. "We got a tip-off. Someone's selling sex in here." Paul frowned as he spotted one of the restrained men. "You again? Didn't you just get out? Trying to land yourself back inside?" The sleazy guy grinned, showing his yellowed teeth. "We just got a call about some free girl, so, you know…" Paul waved dismissively. "Take them all." Cops moved in fast, cuffing the two guys and hauling them out. A female officer yanked the bed sheet and threw it over Molly. Desperate and panicked, Molly clung to the officer like a lifeline. The cop, clearly disgusted, slapped her—hard. Molly snapped out of it a bit and burst into tears. "Why'd you hit me!" Without answering, the cop grabbed her and dragged her out. Just then, a faint voice called out from the wardrobe. "Help… someone help…" Paul slid the door open and found a hotel maid tied up and stuffed inside. Her hands were bound, and she was curled up, trembling. Onc