Lounging in the back of the surveillance van with her feet up, Cassie munched on popcorn, waiting for the show to begin. It was easy to tell that Daniel went with the ball cap bodycam because the footage on the screen was high. There wouldn't be sound because they decided not to use a wire. The music and background rattle would've made it impossible to hear voices, and the video would be enough.
Daniel walked around the club for a few minutes and then took a seat, waiting for the show to start. At around seven-thirty, a stripper arrived on stage, wearing racy, white, lace lingerie. Given the way the lights and the stripper changed rhythm over the span of ten minutes, it appeared as though she danced to a three-song set.
Just watching the skinny girl made Cassie crave a burger. The popc
