“Are you OK?” I asked.
“I’m fine…”
“Am I hurting you at all?”
“No. You feel nice…”
She tilted her head to one side and looked at me in a teasing manner.
“I think I know why you had that gentleman removed from the club, Sir…” she said.
“You do?”
“I had the feeling you didn’t like him pawing at me. Is that right, Mr. Jefferson?”
“He was breaking the rules of the club, Ms. Madsen.”
“And what do you think we’re doing right now?”
“Well…”
“Your club, your rules?”
I smiled at her little joke. Then I remembered the insult Polk flung at me as I kicked him out.
“I did want to clarify something he said about me. I want you to know that I was removed from the Chicago Police Department, but unjustly. I sued and won a wrongful termination suit.”
“What happened?”
“I witnessed a homeless ma
