The Brat (Prologue Crime)

The Brat (Prologue Crime)

<p>She looked at the rotting, sun-blasted shack, the one room where they all lived, slept, made love, died. Looked at the dusty lawn where no grass grew. At the steaming swamp, at her tobacco-spitting mother. Saw the sly, lustful eyes of her father’s friends. Then she looked at her own lush beauty.<br /> Get me out of here, she prayed. Oh, please get me out of here! I’ll pay any price.</p>