"After a moment, he shook his head. "Quickly and mercifully is best. Clay? Go out and ask her into the alley." Clay looked at Jeremy as if he'd just been told to dance the rumba on a public thoroughfare. I bit back a laugh. "Just walk over to her and point at the alley. Maybe say...I don't know...something like 'fifty bucks.' " I looked at Jeremy. "Does that sound right? Fifty?" His brows shot up. "Why are you asking me?" "I wasn't--I just meant, as a general..." I threw up my hands. "How am I supposed to know how much a hooker costs?" "Your guess is as good as mine." I sighed. "Fine, fifty bucks sounds good. It's not like she knows what the going rate is anyway. Just say that and nod at the alley. She'll follow." Clay continued to stare at us in silent horror. "Oh, for God's sake, you're ready to break her neck but you can't--" "I'll do it," Jeremy said, then shot a look my way. "Not that I have any more experience soliciting prostitutes than Clay does." "Never crossed my mind." A mock glare, then he headed out."