LAS VEGAS — Before he stopped his car, the man wanted a better look at the young women on the sidewalk.
It was just before 11 on a sweltering summer night, when he knew he could find what he was looking for a few blocks from the Las Vegas Strip. He slowed in front of a Motel 6 and peered at the three thin, barely covered bodies. Teenagers. He was sure of it.
The man rolled down his passenger-side window, as he had so many times before.
“No hablo Inglés,” he said, as a girl in a tight, pink dress stepped forward.
