Chapter 62: Chapter 62

CHAD

May 17th 2018

"Hey, Chad!"

I come to a halt and turn to see who was calling out to me."Hey, August, what's up?" I reply as  I wait for her to catch up.

"Is it true, what everyone's saying?" She whispers discreetly.

"That a sick mother fucker was murdered in the East Wing of the club by one of the girls or that,  they tossed his body in a drum and dumped him in the bin like trash?" I raise my brows at her, knowing that I am not being as discreet with the facts as I should.

She gasps, clamping a hand over her mouth. "So it's true then?" She continues to stare at me with eyes larger than saucers.

"Yes, August. It's true, all of it is true." I sigh, running a hand through my hair with frustration.

Today I'm chilling out in the West Wing of the club. On this side of the building, you come to get a body massage with the possibility of getting a happy ending.

Until further notice, the East Wing will stay closed, not that I have any girls available for work.

The entirety of the Wing is a shitshow!

"Oh, some lady is in your office waiting for you. She was walking around the building early this morning. Snooping..."

"Detective Evie?"

"Uh, yeah... I think that's the name she gave. Anyway, she said she needs to speak with you asap."

I nod my head as I look down at her. "Did she ask you any questions?" I ask her curiously.

"No, she did not appear to be in the mood for chit-chat." She checks her nails with a shrug of her shoulder.

"Okay, thanks, August. I believe I noticed Mr Jacobs enter with a slight limp while caressing his thigh. Because rugby season is in full swing at the moment, you will see him every two days for a deep heat massage. Take excellent care of him." I tell her firmly since he is a high-paying customer on this side of the business.

"Okay.' She replies in a chirpy manner as she turns around and starts to walk away.

"Oh, August!"

"Yes, boss?" She stops and glances at me over her shoulder.

"No happy ending unless he asks," I warn her. "The last girl who attempted to touch his 'one-eyed snake' lost her job on the spot."

"No touching his willy." She chuckles aloud and continues humming as she saunters away.

I enter my office, "Good morning, Detective." I greet her as I sit behind my desk.

"Good morning, how are you?" She asks as she settles into the chair in front of my desk. "Nice painting. I'm still trying to figure out who or why anyone would pose in that particular position?" Her eyes crinkle at the sides as she does her best to swallow the laughter that threatens to erupt from her full lips.

I clear my throat and sit up straighter in my chair. "That woman right there," I say firmly as I try not to laugh myself. "Is the prime minister looking into the ring of doom as she seeks the answers for her sanity in my arsehole." I couldn't contain the large smile that spread across my face like a plague.

"You're kidding me?" She turns around in her seat and looks at it again with disbelief painted across her face.

"Nope. I ordered the painting around two years ago after a run-in with the grumpy old cow. Prior to acquiring this place, I was operating a brothel out of a run-down city motel. She discovered that her husband had developed an unusual fondness for one of my new girls. He was blowing through their savings faster than she could build it, and she bribed local gang members to knock up the building in exchange for looking the other way as they smuggled two shipments of cocaine into the country." I explain to her as I rise from my chair and walk over to the painting.

I take it off the wall, turn it the other way and lean it against the wall. "I suppose I should get over it and throw it out," I say as I turn to face her with my hands in my pocket.

"That is totally up to you. I'm not judging." She winks to emphasise that she is completely judging the fuck out of me right now.

"Detective, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this morning?"

"Please, call me Evie. This visit is also off the record."

"Okay, so. Evie, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this morning?"I say with a smirk.

"Layla came to see me yesterday. She confessed everything and wants to take full responsibility for everything thing that occurred." The mocking mask she wore rapidly fades away, replaced by a look of complete sincerity.

The smirk falls from my face and my first instinct is to ask her if Layla mentioned anything about the money she took.

But,

I'm attempting to improve myself by becoming a more unselfish man who prioritises others. The saying 'You reap what you sow' seems tailor-made for me.

You get what you give, and the only thing I have given liberally is my cock. And look where it's got me...

"I'm guessing you want to get your forensics team in and conduct a thorough examination of the bar?" I say as I brush my hand over my face.

"I don't want to. But, it is my job and I have to follow protocol." She stands up and runs her hands over her trench coat. "I came here to warn you in case you felt the need to help your girls out and maybe...  You know,  have a few drinks." She says suggestively. "You ever heard of the term, 'don't drink and fry'?"

I can't help but look at her with complete shock. "Are you suggesting I burn down the bar, Detective?" I scoff. "I will not be able to file an insurance claim for that."

"Oh, no. Don't get me wrong, Chad. I wasn't suggesting anything like that. I mean, I'm sure you can come up with something more creative than that."  She says sarcastically. "And remember, this is off the record."

I stand there speechless as she walks out of the room with such confidence as if she is untouchable.

I look at my watch, scratching the back of my head and I try to process the conversation we've just had.

"Shit!" I mutter.

I have less than twenty hours to decide whether or not I want to engage in rescuing the little tramp who stole from me.