Honor, Caitlyn, Sonja, and Bianca walk into the bar looking at the stage. Honor is sniffing the air but doesn't smell a familiar scent. She motions for the bartender to come over to her. "You have a dancer named Sharona. Is she working tonight?"
"Yes, she is in the dressing room. She just left the stage. " The bartender is looking at Honor and the three women a little confused.
"I want a private dance from her." Honor slides four one hundred dollar bills on the bar toward the bartender.
The bartender nods her head as she put the money in her pocket. "Room three is available I will send her to you."
"Damn the shooter is not here" Honor looks at Caitlyn. "I thought for sure that she was the one."
Sonja and Bianca are walking ahead of them.
"Harris has lost his damn mind. No won
