Ruth touched Cam’s arm. “I want to talk a minute,” she whispered. “Come up to my room in a little while. No rush.”
Cam nodded. Ruth walked slowly away as Cam turned back to the celebration.
The party was warming up, the music getting louder and the talk more obscene. Tuck and A.J. stood just outside the door talking to two guards, one, the short, dark haired woman named Tony whose picture had graced Maggie’s table, the other a tall blond whom A.J. met in a storage closet twice a week. Both women knew what the party was about but wouldn’t interrupt unless something got out of hand and there was trouble. It was their contribution to the holiday spirit to look the other way.
Cam turned to look for Gina but Gina was dancing frenetically with some of the Latinas to loud music off the radio. She caught Cam looking at her and gave a little wave, then went back to her dancing, her eyes closed, caught up in the music.