Becky's eyes were tearing up. "BD. He was using the phone at the bar. I overheard him speaking to someone about getting the news stations to come down here to film you leaving the club. He- he told me to keep quiet about it. Then he hit me for eating the steak."

Mare shared her drunk look of outrage with Ben.

"How old are you Becky?" Ben asked.

"Eighteen." she squeaked.

"When."

She paused then looked down. "Last weekend."

"How long have you worked here?"

Another pause. "A- about a month."

"Do you want to go home?" Ben asked.

"Oh god yes!" Becky's tears were running down her face now....