She was a harlot, whore, escort, lady of the night, adulterer, slut and many other things society shamed her with. Comes with the job...she guess. Thirteen years on the streets, she learned those names did not matter, because being a whore or an escort paid her living. There is nothing more or less to it than that. It didn't matter that she didn't matter. A ghost in the world, who comes alive at night where everyone saw her as what she does; not who she was. Until recently, that changed. She was noticed. By a detective. And the serial killer he was chasing after. Romance: Involves Black love and BWWM