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purposes.
He'd arrive under a fake name -
Mr White it was revealed to be - and always used room 640. He'd
arrange for a single stripper to come to his room, performing for him
in privacy. He'd sit in a chair in the center of his suite, shrouded
in darkness, a spotlight ahead of him where the stripper would dance.
Anonymity was critical to him,
so he never showed his face to any stripper, or so I read.
Then further details came out
that he'd also pay those same strippers for sex. He'd let them dance
for him, size them up, and then take things a step further during
their next encounter. He was truly methodical in everything he did,
even determining which hookers were right for his needs.
On the night of his murder, two
girls were seen going towards his room. They looked of similar build,
similar age, but no direct matches were made with the hotels security
cameras. It was a mystery that the press speculated on for weeks,
suggesting that a disgruntled prostitute had taken matters into her
own hands and knifed him as he sat there.
Yet now, sitting here with
Jones, my private investigator, I felt that another truth was about
to be revealed. It was one that I'd suspected from the start.
“ I have uncovered evidence
that your father ordered the hit on Michael Cooper,” Jones said to
me, his voice totally matter-of-fact.
“ He owned a strip club, did he
not?” he continued, pen in hand, still jotting notes for his files.
“And he hired his best girls out for prostitution as well?”
“ He had the club yeah, but I
wasn't aware that prostitution was part of the set up?”
“ Turns out it was. It's a
higher ticket item, Crash, a natural step up.”
It didn't surprise me to hear
that that was the case. My fathers club only attracted high end
clients, clients with plenty of money. Surrounded by the most
beautiful girls in the city, it was only natural that their appetites
would begin to grow deeper. My father was a man of rules and
discipline, but he had no problem exploiting any vice for money.
“ So he supplied the girls for
Cooper?”
“ Yes. He'd been doing so for
many years, as part of their arrangement.”
“ And he ordered one of them to
kill him? Why? Couldn't that be traced back to him?”
“ The reasons why escape me,
but suffice to say they'd grown apart over the years. I would imagine
it was some disagreement over a business transactions or some other
matter. I will continue to look into that.” He jotted another note
down on his pad.
“ To your second question I say no . It have looked over your fathers files and there appears
to be no link between the girls who visited Mr Cooper that night and
your fathers club.”
“ So how do you know he was
involved?”
“ Because I found the girl who
committed the murder.”
The words hung in the air for a
moment. He said it so matter-of-factly.
“ You found her? How?”
“ A hunch. She was a girl
struck off, a girl who betrayed your father. I was interested to hear
what she had to say, and she was only too happy to spill the beans
after a little coaxing.”
“ Coaxing?”
He smiled coldly. “Don't ask.”
“ So let me get this straight.
An ex stripper or prostitute of my fathers killed Michael Cooper
under his command? Am I right on that?”
Jones nodded in his own
completely detached way. He was so used to such things that that
sentence seemed like nothing to him, just another day at the office.
“ What was her name?”
“ Jenny. Beautiful girl,
although a little run down now. The last few months haven't been kind
to her.” There was no caring whatsoever in his voice.
“ OK, so how the fuck does all
of this relate to my fathers death.”
He took a sip of whiskey and a
puff of his cigarette, the smoke now clouding the room.
“ It is only conjecture at this
point, but it may be a revenge hit. The circumstances of your fathers
death would suggest that.”
I sat back in my seat, the pain
still fresh, the wound reopening.
My father had
He'd arrive under a fake name -
Mr White it was revealed to be - and always used room 640. He'd
arrange for a single stripper to come to his room, performing for him
in privacy. He'd sit in a chair in the center of his suite, shrouded
in darkness, a spotlight ahead of him where the stripper would dance.
Anonymity was critical to him,
so he never showed his face to any stripper, or so I read.
Then further details came out
that he'd also pay those same strippers for sex. He'd let them dance
for him, size them up, and then take things a step further during
their next encounter. He was truly methodical in everything he did,
even determining which hookers were right for his needs.
On the night of his murder, two
girls were seen going towards his room. They looked of similar build,
similar age, but no direct matches were made with the hotels security
cameras. It was a mystery that the press speculated on for weeks,
suggesting that a disgruntled prostitute had taken matters into her
own hands and knifed him as he sat there.
Yet now, sitting here with
Jones, my private investigator, I felt that another truth was about
to be revealed. It was one that I'd suspected from the start.
“ I have uncovered evidence
that your father ordered the hit on Michael Cooper,” Jones said to
me, his voice totally matter-of-fact.
“ He owned a strip club, did he
not?” he continued, pen in hand, still jotting notes for his files.
“And he hired his best girls out for prostitution as well?”
“ He had the club yeah, but I
wasn't aware that prostitution was part of the set up?”
“ Turns out it was. It's a
higher ticket item, Crash, a natural step up.”
It didn't surprise me to hear
that that was the case. My fathers club only attracted high end
clients, clients with plenty of money. Surrounded by the most
beautiful girls in the city, it was only natural that their appetites
would begin to grow deeper. My father was a man of rules and
discipline, but he had no problem exploiting any vice for money.
“ So he supplied the girls for
Cooper?”
“ Yes. He'd been doing so for
many years, as part of their arrangement.”
“ And he ordered one of them to
kill him? Why? Couldn't that be traced back to him?”
“ The reasons why escape me,
but suffice to say they'd grown apart over the years. I would imagine
it was some disagreement over a business transactions or some other
matter. I will continue to look into that.” He jotted another note
down on his pad.
“ To your second question I say no . It have looked over your fathers files and there appears
to be no link between the girls who visited Mr Cooper that night and
your fathers club.”
“ So how do you know he was
involved?”
“ Because I found the girl who
committed the murder.”
The words hung in the air for a
moment. He said it so matter-of-factly.
“ You found her? How?”
“ A hunch. She was a girl
struck off, a girl who betrayed your father. I was interested to hear
what she had to say, and she was only too happy to spill the beans
after a little coaxing.”
“ Coaxing?”
He smiled coldly. “Don't ask.”
“ So let me get this straight.
An ex stripper or prostitute of my fathers killed Michael Cooper
under his command? Am I right on that?”
Jones nodded in his own
completely detached way. He was so used to such things that that
sentence seemed like nothing to him, just another day at the office.
“ What was her name?”
“ Jenny. Beautiful girl,
although a little run down now. The last few months haven't been kind
to her.” There was no caring whatsoever in his voice.
“ OK, so how the fuck does all
of this relate to my fathers death.”
He took a sip of whiskey and a
puff of his cigarette, the smoke now clouding the room.
“ It is only conjecture at this
point, but it may be a revenge hit. The circumstances of your fathers
death would suggest that.”
I sat back in my seat, the pain
still fresh, the wound reopening.
My father had
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