Easy Come, Easy Go
BISHOP
The blinking blip on her cell phone sensor puts her smack dab in the middle of Paris’s party center. One cab and umpteenth blocks later, I stand on the corner of Desperation and Losing my f*****g Mind, staring blankly at the flashing trace from Dani’s cell phone on my iPhone screen.
The blip leads me into a nearby building, packed at the street-level with party-goers in the form of suited men and tight-skirted women. Clad in a leather jacket, black tee and jeans, I stick out like a sore thumb. Broad-backed bouncers with tiny black earpieces block the path leading to the door. They escort a pretty woman up the stairs, then another.
The men wait impatiently at the bottom, sulking and soaking in the beauties with their hungry eyes. I do the same, but I’m not foc
