Just as Betsy Russell left, Fanny Sabir's phone rang.
Fanny glanced at the phone with a hint of displeasure; she knew Grandpa Hughes was impatiently calling her.
"Did you get it?" Grandpa Hughes' displeased voice came through the phone.
Fanny lowered her eyes, feigning disappointment. "Dad, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I couldn't find an opportunity to act."
The call was abruptly disconnected.
Fanny looked at her phone, put it in her bag, and prepared to leave.
Betsy walked outside and checked the time, half an hour had somehow passed.
At that moment, Betsy saw two men in suits dragging a girl between them.
"Let go of me, let go! I don't want to go, I don't want to sleep with anyone!" The girl cried and wailed, struggling fiercely. Her professional outfit was torn and disarrayed; her shirt almost unbuttoned, and her skirt short enough to reveal her underwear.
One of her shoes had fallen off.
