The bedroom was as sparse as the living room with just a bed and a bedside table. No wardrobe, no duvet on the bed. Rhys had another idea now. She was a hooker, she was going to expect him to pay for it, this was her place of work, not her home. Fuck, how could he have been so daft? When she demanded money, he’d try to play innocent and anyway, he only had twenty quid on him.