Desman sat at the bar of the Trend going over the black leather ledger in front of him. He had to balance the books, but he was no accountant. There was more money coming in than he could account for. The Trend was a front for money laundering. He needed some help. He needed some creative accounting. He had an appointment with his accountant later that afternoon, but for now, he was having lunch at the bar and sharing a few drinks with his boys.
From here he was going to the Blue Moon, a strip club in the warehouse district. While the girls danced up front, in the back rooms, they ran a betting parlour. After that, he was on his way to Sinsations, a red-light district massage parlour which was a body house. Unlike their competitors, the women that worked at Sinsations were all there volu
