Michael
I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. I pulled up my contacts and found the name I was looking for. Marcus Reid. He was a private investigator my father had used before for sensitive matters. If anyone could find out what was going on, it had to be him. He answered on the third ring.
“Michael Bolton. It’s been a while.”
“I need your help,” I said. I got straight to the point. “I need information about someone. Duke Harrington. And a place called Red Room Club.” There was a pause on the other end.
“Duke Harrington as in Harrington Investments? That Duke Harrington?”
“Yes.”
“And you want to know about Red Room Club?” he asked. Marcus’s voice changed. It became more cautious.
“Michael, you don’t want to mess with that place. It caters to very powerful men who don’t li
