The boys dump her somewhere for medical attention

Bill had been pondering the same question even before Joe asked him what to do with the girl. He waited until she was covered in the pickup trucks bed and the two were pulling out of the lot before answering.

"Well, I figure she should get some medical attention now," he said slowly.

Joe's eyes widened at the thought of going to a hospital. His adam apple bounced up and down before saying, "We gonna dump her at a hospital?"

Bill shook his head. "Nah, too risky. They've got cameras there."

"A doctor's office?"

"Nah."

"Uh... a vet?"

Bill laughed at the thought. "I like that, dropping a bitch at a vet's. Nah, same problem as the hospital."

Joe's face screwed up in puzzlement as he racked his brain for alternatives. "Uh, I can't think of anything else. What're you planning?"

Bill smiled enigmatically. "You'll see."

Joe grumbled a bit, trying to pry the answer from Bill, but he had no luck. He was so focused on getting Bill to tell him that he missed seeing the sign for the place when his friend turned into an alley.

"What? Where are we?"

"We're here," Bill said with a smirk.

"But where's here?" Joe persisted as the two went to the truck bed.

Bill waited until the girl was uncovered and put on the ground outside a door before pointing to the sign. He pulled out a wad of money and counted some off, putting them on Amanda's **** body along with a note.

Joe stared at the sign, then at Bill's offering. "You're gonna give her money?" he whined, eying the bills greedily.

Bill gave him a hard stare that convinced the smaller man to get back into the truck and not press the point. "Yeah. I'd say the whore's earned it. Here's your share," he said, handing another bunch of Bills to Joe, who snatched them from his hand eagerly.

"Damn, two-twenty? How many'd she fuck?"

Bill smiled. "She made six-sixty," he said, hammering on the door before joining Joe, who badgered him to tell him how many that was as they left Amanda, the alley, and 'Skinprint Art'.