Chapter 22 Club
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Both victims of the Taser robbery had been stripped n***d. It had been thought that the killer had some sort of fetish, but now it seemed likely that it had something to do with his striptease career.
Neither of the victims, who had been interviewed by the police, was in the profession, which did not fit Luke's theory.
Luke had to think of something else. He searched his computer for a map of Los Angeles, where the two victims had been mugged. The two locations were not far from each other, just a few blocks away.
Luke starts at two locations and searches for a strip club within a three-mile radius. At the intersection of the two circles is a similar club, the pole club.
Luke speculated that the club might be involved in the taser heist.
If he guessed wrong, he should see the world. He had never seen such a program before.
Luke made a call on his cell phone. “Hey, Davy, you asleep?”
David said, "Sleep."
"Come on, find you something, go out for a drink."
"Where to go?"
"Bol Dance Club ..."
As soon as Luke finished speaking, the phone was hung up.
"It's a boring old man." Luke complained and dialed the number of the little black horsecus.
There was a sound with Rap rhythm on the mobile phone, "guy, what's the matter."
"Is there time? Go out for a drink."
"You still invite me to drink for the first time, where are you going?"
“The ball club.”
“Wow, this is a nice club... you have good taste,” Marcus Snickered.
Luke said, “Pick me up at my door in twenty minutes.”
“Are you buying?”
"Of course."
Ten minutes later, a black Ford pulled up and Markus waved at Luke through the window. “Come on, man, I can't Wait.”
Luke got into the cab and asked, “You've been to the ball club?”
“Once or twice before,” Markus said, patting Luke on the shoulder,
“Hey, what gave you the idea?”
“Just drive,” Luke said, ignoring him.
If he was a policeman in China, he would have been caught by the police.
Markus dropped the car off in the parking lot near the club and the two walked to the entrance of the Port Club.
Above the door hangs a sign accepting bitcoins.
“There are two types of dance clubs, one that doesn't charge admission and one that does, and this is the latter,” Markus says, gesturing for Luke to go ahead.
Several big men stood at the door to check their papers. They were not old enough to be allowed in.
Luke shows his driver's license and enters the club. To his right is a ticket counter with a sign for $20.
Instead of paying, Luke pulled out his badge. “I want to see your boss.”
The ticket seller, a middle-aged woman, looked at Luke in bewilderment. “Can I help you?”
“Are you the Boss?”
“No... Our boss is not at the club right now.”
“That's all right. I Can Wait.”
Luke walked right into the club.
Markus exclaimed, “Wow, what's Going On? Are you here to watch the show or to investigate?”
“Watch the show before you investigate.”
“You suspect this club is involved in the Taser Heist?”
Luke asked, “What do you think?”
Markus did not answer. His eyes were drawn to the stage in the hall.
A few dancing girls on the stage, to be exact.
Mostly White and South n, mostly lesbians, some topless, some not, but all wearing ding. Thong.
Some are in excellent shape, others are a little fatter or flatter.
Whether or not the club had anything to do with the Taser Heist, Luke's trip was worth it.
I'm impressed.
Luke ordered two beers for $10 each.
Sit On the bar around the stage, drinking and watching the dance.
What surprised Luke the most was the number of female guests who were more interested than he was.
Markus touched Luke's arm. “Which one do you like, man? I like the one next to the pipe.” Markus pointed to a black girl
Luke glanced at her. The black girl was average-looking, well-proportioned, overweight, and disapproving of Markus's taste.
Half an hour later, a black man with a gold necklace came over. “Officers, our boss wants to see you backstage.”
“Okay, you lead the way,” said Luke, who had seen enough of the thing to know that it was boring to look at it again and again.
“Markus, get to work.”
“Yeah, the good times are short.”
The black man led the two of them into the backstage. There were a lot of bungalows backstage. As long as they were willing to pay extra, they could watch a solo show. This was a legal business in Los Angeles.
“Wow, this is even better than the stage,” Markus says, grinning as a group of dancers change backstage
They were brought to a round table, next to a middle-aged man, long hair, red lips, eye shadow, nail polish, looks some feminine.
“Sir, I'm Paul, the owner of this club. I heard you wanted to see me.”
“I'm Detective Luke. This is my colleague Markus. We'd like to ask you about two people.”
“I'm not sure I can help, but I'd be happy to...”
“Thank you,” Luke said, pulling out a picture of Tony. “Have you seen this man?”
Paul pinched the photo between his fingers, then put it back on the table. “Who is he? Does he have anything to do with our Club?”
“We are investigating a robbery and the man in the picture is a suspect in the investigation. He may be a regular here.”
“Sorry, I can't know everyone who comes here.”
“Please Ask your staff to help identify it.”
The Boss, Paul, passed the photo to his men and whispered a few words.
A few minutes later, the photo was sent back, and Paul said, “My employees don't know who it is. I'm sorry, but I can't help you.”
Luke put the photo away and continued, “How many female dancers do you have in your club?”
“About thirty.”
“As a boss you should know very well the number of employees.”
Paul thought for a moment and said, “This job has a certain particularity. There's a lot of mobility. Many people work part-time. They come today and leave tomorrow. If they're happy, they'll come. If they're not happy, they might not come. The number of dancers often changes
“I'm looking for someone in her 30s, white female, long blond hair, about 170cm tall, probably a club dancer.”
Paul asked, “Why her? Is she a suspect in the robbery?”
“No, she's not a suspect.”
“Then why are you looking for her?”
Markus said, “Hey, it's not good for you to know too much. You do what we tell you. It's good for everyone that we're done, okay?”
Paul curled his lips and tilted his head to one side, as if wondering if there was anyone like him. After a while, he told his men, “Get Kairi.”
“Kairi is the only dancer who fits your profile. She's hot. You'll love her.”
Soon a blonde woman in a bikini came up to him. “You wanted to see me, Boss.”
“No, these two officers are here to see you.”
“Wow, you look beautiful,” Markus said, standing up and circling the blonde. “Are you a regular dancer here? When are you performing?”
“I'm here Tuesday through Friday, sir. What can I do for You?”
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