“Should we hit the next club or have lunch first?” Kord asked, hands on the steering wheel. “I’m not hungry so if you want my vote…”
“We should get the third club out of the way. I can’t guarantee anyone will be at this one, it’s not exactly like the other clubs. Kinkier and more edgy. You’ll see what I mean when we get in.”
“You people are something. First Belle, now this.”
“Too bad Belle wasn’t more helpful.” Doyle sighed.
“We’ll talk to this Fat Kenney character and see what he says. I had a feeling Belle was holding back. Maybe I can squeeze something out of her when we go back.”
“She may not have been telling everything she knows, if she did, she’d be out of business. I’m not sure you’ll be able to get anything else out of her. She’s been around and she knows how to keep her mout
