Chapter 103: Loneliness

To be blunt, a rich man's plaything was worth less than a chicken. A hen at least earned its keep and pecked where it pleased, while the big shots Erin Quatremane entertained included men old enough to be her father. The pitiful often have themselves to blame. If Erin hadn't been so hungry for money, she wouldn't have ended up as someone's toy. This time, they meant to play savior and pull her out of the fire. "She may have been treated like a toy by Richard Zerba. That's just my guess," Leonard...