Jack Nixon<br/>Location: Farmhouse outside Reedland, Utah<br/>Time: Day 1, Evening.<br/><br/><br/>Jack studied her as she spoke and then let the silence linger, he had a talent for knowing when someone wanted to harm him. And it was not saying anything, in fact his gut feeling was that he could use this woman.<br/><br/>Finally he spoke, “I will be leaving this pissant place and then I will need a Judas. Can you be my Judas?” He studied her face, “Can you hang around the bus depot, chat up the country girls running away to the big city. Tell them that they can stay at your Uncles place to they get in their feet. Smile and pretend to be their friend knowing they will be turned into crack whores, selling their body for a fix.”<br/><br/>He leaned forward his eyes boring into hers, “Can you do that? Degrade your soul even as you let me degrade your body.” Could she do that? Kim had done it so well, giving him a steady stream of young flesh in his bed before that nutter had cut her head off.<br/><br/>His hand gently stroked her cheek, “Can you walk in darkness?”<br/>