“The Harem?” he said, reading the neon sign. “You sure this is only a bar?” “I’m sure it is not, Cameron,” Rosenzweig said. “I don’t want to think about what else goes on in there. I’ve never been inside. Usually I wait out here while my security chief goes in and drags Jacov out.”
Truly this will be a voyage into the heart of darkness. The sirens’ songs are sweet and beautiful. But as long as none of the sex workers are seductively eating cookies, Buck might just be strong enough to resist temptation.
