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leave with anyone?”
She shook her head . “Na, nobody come in here lookin’ for her, ever. Far as leaving with someone…If she picked someone up they must a got together outside, off the premises like.”
I nodded again. “She ever tell you anything about her situation?”
“H er situation? Honey, we all been nailed a couple of times. Comes with the territory. Me, I got popped with an assault charge a few years back, couple three solicitation charges. They reduced the last one down to just loitering with intent, dumb bastards. I guess old Desi was in the big leagues. She pulled some heavy duty time, ‘bout five or six years’ worth, I think. Not the bullshit county stuff I done. But she never talked none about it. Least ways as far as I know.”
I nodded and couldn’t think of anything else to ask.
“You find the bastard, you bring em down here. Me and the girls will deal with him. He’ll be able to hit all them high notes by the time we get done.” She sort of gave a little cackle that quickly barked into a heavy cough.
I nodded then asked, “She ever mention someone named Gas?”
“Ga s? Like what ya put in your car? Naw, that don’t ring no bell. Gas? No, sorry, can’t help.” She shook her head.
“Thanks, you’ve actually been a big help,” I lied. “Hang onto my card and if anything pops into your head please give me a call, okay?”
She nodded and read my card again.
“You mind if I ask some of the other girls?” I motioned up at the stage and toward a couple of girls giving lap dances out in the crowd.
“I got no problem with it, long as you behave. Just like everyone else keep your hands to yourself and no pictures.”
“I think I can handle that,” I said.
“And it might cost you, honey. Time is money to ‘em, ya know.”
I set my beer on a table close to the bar and sat down. The tables on either side of me were unoccupied. A black girl with burgundy hair walked over before I’d taken a sip.
“Looking for some personal enjoyment?” she asked. Her left hand rested on her hip. Her hips were cocked at an angle and she looked like she was getting ready to read me the riot act for not having my homework done.
“Join me?” I motioned to an empty chair.
“I’m working for a living here. You gonna appreciate me, baby?”
I pulled out a twenty and set it on the table. She sat down in a nano-second, flashing her long fake burgundy eyelashes at me once she stuffed the bill in the side of her thong.
“ I’m Moana. What’d you have in mind, Sugar?” she said and fluttered her eye lashes again as she ran her tongue back and forth over her bottom lip.
“Maybe just some information,” I said then watched the walls go up and the freeze set in.
“You a cop? I’m u p to date with my parole office. You don’t need to come in here bothering me at my place of business.”
“That’s not it,” I said, and grabbed for her wrist as she stood up.
“Don’t you go putting your damn hands on me, Mr. Police,” she shouted.
I let go just as a large figure drifted alongside me. “Sir , we have a no touching policy. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“I’m aware of your policy. I was merely attempting to explain…”
“This Mother says he’s a cop, Benny.”
“No, I didn’t say that I…”
“Said he was gonna lock me up again if I didn’t treat him right,” she yelled loudly enough so that most of the audience turned around toward us, ignoring Brandi and her hobby horse galloping across the stage. Everyone seemed to be focused on giant Benny and me. They were all probably hoping he’d pick me up and toss me through the blacked out window.
“Sir?”
There was no point in arguing. I simply nodded, stood up and headed toward the door. Benny shadowed me all the way.
“See you , Sucker,” Moana yelled, then cocked her hips, crossed her arms and glared.
The bartender shook her head and watched me as I made for the door.
“Probably be a good idea
She shook her head . “Na, nobody come in here lookin’ for her, ever. Far as leaving with someone…If she picked someone up they must a got together outside, off the premises like.”
I nodded again. “She ever tell you anything about her situation?”
“H er situation? Honey, we all been nailed a couple of times. Comes with the territory. Me, I got popped with an assault charge a few years back, couple three solicitation charges. They reduced the last one down to just loitering with intent, dumb bastards. I guess old Desi was in the big leagues. She pulled some heavy duty time, ‘bout five or six years’ worth, I think. Not the bullshit county stuff I done. But she never talked none about it. Least ways as far as I know.”
I nodded and couldn’t think of anything else to ask.
“You find the bastard, you bring em down here. Me and the girls will deal with him. He’ll be able to hit all them high notes by the time we get done.” She sort of gave a little cackle that quickly barked into a heavy cough.
I nodded then asked, “She ever mention someone named Gas?”
“Ga s? Like what ya put in your car? Naw, that don’t ring no bell. Gas? No, sorry, can’t help.” She shook her head.
“Thanks, you’ve actually been a big help,” I lied. “Hang onto my card and if anything pops into your head please give me a call, okay?”
She nodded and read my card again.
“You mind if I ask some of the other girls?” I motioned up at the stage and toward a couple of girls giving lap dances out in the crowd.
“I got no problem with it, long as you behave. Just like everyone else keep your hands to yourself and no pictures.”
“I think I can handle that,” I said.
“And it might cost you, honey. Time is money to ‘em, ya know.”
I set my beer on a table close to the bar and sat down. The tables on either side of me were unoccupied. A black girl with burgundy hair walked over before I’d taken a sip.
“Looking for some personal enjoyment?” she asked. Her left hand rested on her hip. Her hips were cocked at an angle and she looked like she was getting ready to read me the riot act for not having my homework done.
“Join me?” I motioned to an empty chair.
“I’m working for a living here. You gonna appreciate me, baby?”
I pulled out a twenty and set it on the table. She sat down in a nano-second, flashing her long fake burgundy eyelashes at me once she stuffed the bill in the side of her thong.
“ I’m Moana. What’d you have in mind, Sugar?” she said and fluttered her eye lashes again as she ran her tongue back and forth over her bottom lip.
“Maybe just some information,” I said then watched the walls go up and the freeze set in.
“You a cop? I’m u p to date with my parole office. You don’t need to come in here bothering me at my place of business.”
“That’s not it,” I said, and grabbed for her wrist as she stood up.
“Don’t you go putting your damn hands on me, Mr. Police,” she shouted.
I let go just as a large figure drifted alongside me. “Sir , we have a no touching policy. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“I’m aware of your policy. I was merely attempting to explain…”
“This Mother says he’s a cop, Benny.”
“No, I didn’t say that I…”
“Said he was gonna lock me up again if I didn’t treat him right,” she yelled loudly enough so that most of the audience turned around toward us, ignoring Brandi and her hobby horse galloping across the stage. Everyone seemed to be focused on giant Benny and me. They were all probably hoping he’d pick me up and toss me through the blacked out window.
“Sir?”
There was no point in arguing. I simply nodded, stood up and headed toward the door. Benny shadowed me all the way.
“See you , Sucker,” Moana yelled, then cocked her hips, crossed her arms and glared.
The bartender shook her head and watched me as I made for the door.
“Probably be a good idea
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