We walked to the back of the store where a woman stood at a till counting money. Every now and then she would moisten a finger with a #dab of water to help her flip through the bills. "Can I help you?" She asked without looking up. "I'd like to see Sarah Dean," I said. *** "Sarah isn't here," she said. "I know she is," I replied, handing her my card. She recognized my name. "My apologies. I know you understand why we have to be cautious." "I do," I muttered, ignoring Jaci's look of surprise. "Let me get #Ruby. She'll take you through." *** Ruby still had multicolored bruises on her face, partially hidden by her hair, and she led us through the door behind the till, round a corner, and through another door. We could hear the #radio in the background, and then I saw Sarah. She didn't look happy to see me. *** "Why are you here?" Sarah asked. "I need your help," I told her. "