Chapter Twenty One
Riley thought that the Kinetic Custom Gym definitely looked like a front for a brothel. The place was seedy and rundown, even more so than the rest of this rough-looking neighborhood. A “CLOSED” sign hung in the door, but she was sure the place was actually open for a different kind of business.
The car she and Bill arrived in was the only vehicle in the parking lot. When they got out and walked toward the building, they could see some exercise machines through the front windows. The only person is sight was a man seated inside at the front desk. He was poring over a copy of Scientific American. Riley guessed that this was Jaybird—the man the tipster named Snowflake had said they should talk to. And Riley was sure that he was a pimp.
Whether he was the killer they sou
