Chapter 78: Natalie - Michael

James speaks softly. "Charlotte, it's been a long time. Your friend may not even be in the City anymore..." His voice peters away as, not replying, she continues to sweep the street with her gaze, then steps out, approaching the nearest of the hookers. Short and blonde, but the roots of her hair mousey, a halter-neck top places her cleavage on display. A tight skirt does the same for her thighs and ass.

And she's young; way too young.

But the face frames much older eyes; speculative as Charlotte approaches. "Does Natalie still work around here?"

"Who's asking?"

"We were friends. She was my roommate. It's a few years ago."

The girl cocks a brow, then shrugs. "Don't know no Natalie." She calls over to her partner; a redhead in spandex and black vinyl. "Hey, Lorraine. You know someone called Natalie?"

Lorraine, chewing gum, strolls across. "Natalie? No. Should I?"

The blonde jerks a thumb at Charlotte "This one's looking for her. Says this used to be her pitch."