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of a man in his late thirties.
“No, I’ve got this one. You go meet with that client.” He winked at her as she turned around again and headed out the door with a curious look on her face. Meeting with this guy at the office obviously wasn’t a good idea.
“So, are you banging that yet?” The man crudely said, making Dante feel like knocking his teeth out. If it wouldn’t expose him, he’d offer him a spot in the club just so they could beat the shit out of him.
“So, what did you find? You’re several days late, so it better be good.”
The man began picking at his teeth. It must have been some kind of tick. He set an envelope on the desk with photos sticking out. “What are you, the Paparazzi?” Dante asked as he began going through the dozens of photographs of Cynthia. The P.I. was turning into more of a stalker than an investigator. Most of the photos were of her along at the store or talking on the phone or even some headed to the office. None of it gave away much of anything other than that she spent most of her time alone, which made him a little sad for some reason.
Then, he ran across photos of her picking up flowers from her doorstep and people delivering such things. Then a black car in front of her apartment. It looked a little creepy and ominous, but it was the only picture like it. Who was sending her flowers, though? It shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. “Is this it?” he questioned the P.I.
“Honestly, she seems totally clean other than the fact she’s gotten a couple calls from the CEO of some company named Vosh. I wasn’t sure if that would mean anything to you. Maybe he’s like a competitor or something, but the phone calls are unanswered. Do you want me to keep following her?” Despite wanting to know more about the flowers and the black car, Dante no longer felt comfortable with this surveillance.
“Lay low for a bit, and just keep an eye on her a little. Just report anything suspicious to my cell phone, but there’s no need for anything else. I appreciate your services.” He knew he should cancel it completely, but he wanted to make sure there was nothing else going on with Vosh or that asshole CEO anymore. He felt like continuing to watch her was more for her protection at this point.
“Gotcha,” the guy replied before getting up and waddling out of his office without another word. Dante was beginning to regret his dealings with the guy, but it was easier than finding someone else. This would at least keep her safe in case Winslow tried anything.
* * *
Dante walked into The Blue Pig to find Bryant, his VP, sitting at the bar and Ax off in the corner with Liz doing who knows what. They were all supposed to be meeting there in the next half hour to discuss their next move. Dante, known only as Diesel by the club members, was planning on bringing up a private security contract as well as the possibility of staffing the bike shop with another member as business picked up. He had a feeling it wasn’t going to go over well, but he had to try.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost time for Billy to be off his shift and heading that way. Maybe he could get something out of these three before anyone else got there. “Diesel!” Liz called, coming up for air with her hands still wrapped around a very lustful Ax. She jumped up from her seat on his lap, her hair and clothing askew, and ran at him like a bat out of hell. He was sure to catch her, knowing she was going to jump on him. That’s just what she was like. For a moment he imagined Cynthia doing the same and had to clear his mind before the growth in his pants gave Liz the wrong idea.
He put her down on the stool next to Bryant carefully, smelling the alcohol and weed on her. From the looks of her eyes, she’d probably been doing blow as well, but he didn’t dare say anything. She was unbearable without it.
Diesel took the seat on
“No, I’ve got this one. You go meet with that client.” He winked at her as she turned around again and headed out the door with a curious look on her face. Meeting with this guy at the office obviously wasn’t a good idea.
“So, are you banging that yet?” The man crudely said, making Dante feel like knocking his teeth out. If it wouldn’t expose him, he’d offer him a spot in the club just so they could beat the shit out of him.
“So, what did you find? You’re several days late, so it better be good.”
The man began picking at his teeth. It must have been some kind of tick. He set an envelope on the desk with photos sticking out. “What are you, the Paparazzi?” Dante asked as he began going through the dozens of photographs of Cynthia. The P.I. was turning into more of a stalker than an investigator. Most of the photos were of her along at the store or talking on the phone or even some headed to the office. None of it gave away much of anything other than that she spent most of her time alone, which made him a little sad for some reason.
Then, he ran across photos of her picking up flowers from her doorstep and people delivering such things. Then a black car in front of her apartment. It looked a little creepy and ominous, but it was the only picture like it. Who was sending her flowers, though? It shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. “Is this it?” he questioned the P.I.
“Honestly, she seems totally clean other than the fact she’s gotten a couple calls from the CEO of some company named Vosh. I wasn’t sure if that would mean anything to you. Maybe he’s like a competitor or something, but the phone calls are unanswered. Do you want me to keep following her?” Despite wanting to know more about the flowers and the black car, Dante no longer felt comfortable with this surveillance.
“Lay low for a bit, and just keep an eye on her a little. Just report anything suspicious to my cell phone, but there’s no need for anything else. I appreciate your services.” He knew he should cancel it completely, but he wanted to make sure there was nothing else going on with Vosh or that asshole CEO anymore. He felt like continuing to watch her was more for her protection at this point.
“Gotcha,” the guy replied before getting up and waddling out of his office without another word. Dante was beginning to regret his dealings with the guy, but it was easier than finding someone else. This would at least keep her safe in case Winslow tried anything.
* * *
Dante walked into The Blue Pig to find Bryant, his VP, sitting at the bar and Ax off in the corner with Liz doing who knows what. They were all supposed to be meeting there in the next half hour to discuss their next move. Dante, known only as Diesel by the club members, was planning on bringing up a private security contract as well as the possibility of staffing the bike shop with another member as business picked up. He had a feeling it wasn’t going to go over well, but he had to try.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost time for Billy to be off his shift and heading that way. Maybe he could get something out of these three before anyone else got there. “Diesel!” Liz called, coming up for air with her hands still wrapped around a very lustful Ax. She jumped up from her seat on his lap, her hair and clothing askew, and ran at him like a bat out of hell. He was sure to catch her, knowing she was going to jump on him. That’s just what she was like. For a moment he imagined Cynthia doing the same and had to clear his mind before the growth in his pants gave Liz the wrong idea.
He put her down on the stool next to Bryant carefully, smelling the alcohol and weed on her. From the looks of her eyes, she’d probably been doing blow as well, but he didn’t dare say anything. She was unbearable without it.
Diesel took the seat on
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