"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?"