Perdido County: Someone's Daughter

“Won’t it defeat the purpose of us changing shirts riding into Mexico in a sheriff’s vehicle?” Oliva said.

“Not driving it into Mexico,” Wolfe said. “We’ll leave it at the customs and border patrol station parking lot and walk across the bridge. It’s only a few blocks to Boystown from the Mexico side of the bridge.”

“Boystown?”

“Yeah, euphemism for the red-light district where all the strip clubs and whorehouses are.”

“Wow, sounds like you’re as much an expert as Chase,” Olivia said with a smirk.

“Well, I was sixteen once and curious,” Wolfe said.

“I’ll bet,” Olivia said. “How many nights a week do strippers work?”

“Don’t know what their work schedule is like in Ojinaga,” Wolfe said. “But, I knew a stripper in Dallas once. She worked three nights a week.”

“That girl had almost a thousand dollars on her,” Olivia said. “Even at three nights a week, that’s what—about twelve thousand a month? That means a stripper makes as much in three months as I make in a year.”

“The stripper I knew in Dallas worked at a high class place,” Wolfe said. “She made a lot more than a thousand dollars a night. She might have out earned your annual salary in a month.”

“Damn, I’m in the wrong business,” Olivia said. “I can dance and I have a great ass. Maybe I’ll put in an application while we’re down there.”

Wolfe laughed. “They probably don’t offer a retirement plan or health insurance.”

“Hell, making that kind of money I could do without the benefits,” Olivia said.