Griffin looked at her questionly. No one had ever questioned his presence her. But then most of the people that came to the girls knew who he was. He bristled insulted when she called him a pimp. "First I'm not a pimp. I consider myself more of a bodyguard for the girls. They need someone looking after them through the night. Although I have no proof the man you describe is probably Michael. He is the girls keeper."

"It is true miss." One of the girls called from the carnet. "Griffin does his best to make sure that we are treated as kindly and respectfully as possible. He isn't like other pimps."