Chapter 3
Twenty minutes later, Frank parked in front of a garish black and gold building. A large LED screen promised the sexiest girls, the strongest drinks, the finest cuisine, blah blah blah. Lawrence Bradshaw’s place all over again, only with better paint and lighting.
He dodged a dark blue Crown Vic on his way to the door, scowling at the thin man behind the wheel. The driver hadn’t even looked his way. With the dark aviator shades, the guy probably hadn’t even seen him. Who wears sunglasses for a nighttime drive? His cop radar tingled, but cops at strip joints were pretty much a given on a busy night.
He walked in and found a gigantic ape of a guy at the cover window beside a closed door with blackout glass for a window. “Twenty bucks,” he said when Frank approached.
Frank sized
