Chapter 54: Chapter 54

Heath Wolfe walked into the strip club with a frank expression worn on his face. He placed his chin low to avoid suspicion.

Making his way around the back of where the clients in the club sat towards a different back way in the corner where some guys stood.

As he headed towards the back, Heath passed beside an alcoholic middle class worker with brown hair and beards who seemed the type to spend every of his salary earning in the club just one night. Heath couldn't help but sneer.

' Fucker has a good job but comes here to waste a good amount of his life instead. Sex depraved motherfucker!' He cursed in his mind. Heath currently had a lot of financial difficulties but he wasn't privileged, not even as little as this worker. In short, he envied the alcoholic.

Bob who was disguised as an alcoholic worker passed by Heath's side with a wry smile. He could tell from the sneer that the strange man had given him that he was mad at him.

Bob didn't know him from Adam! What the heck?!

Bob walked past him, greeted the bodyguards with a nod as he left the nightclub with a feigned smile of satisfaction. However, just as he stepped down the stairs, he noticed Inspector Roosen at the bar and was baffled. What was she doing here?

' Could she have followed me?" Bob paused as the thought occured to him. Just at that moment, the inspector looked right at him. Bob trembled, finding himself in a state of fleet or fright. He looked about frantically in search for a way out.

However, the inspector soon looked away for some reason unknown to Bob. It was the. that he remembered he was actually in disguise and that the inspector wouldn't have recognized him anyway, not if he was still far away from her.

Bob heaved a deep sigh of relief and quickly merged into the crowd with his head lowered, not wanting the inspector to recognize him.

Inspector Roosen had noticed the strange looking worker with disheveled hair coming from what seemed like a separate segment of the club. However, she didn't understand why he had paused to look at her as such.

" What's wrong with that strange loser?" Inspector Roosen thought. She fely perhaps he knew her from somewhere. Inspector Roosen got alerted, the worst part of being a spy was to be recognized. She quickly looked around to see if the man was going to go make a report but he only struggled through the crowd to leave the club.

Inspector Roosen was at a loss for what to do. It didn't seem like the man was going to do anything to blow her cover at least, but she couldn't trust that he wouldn't make a call to inform the boss that a cop was in his club.

Giving it a concise thought, Inspector Roosen decided to wait for five more minutes. If Heath didn't come back down by then, then she would leave. Inspector Roosen wouldn't risk her life to solve a case.

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When Heath reached the back of the crowd in the strip club, he saw a group of guys dressed in ruthless outfits standing by a door. He greeted them with a nod, and one of them pulled the door open for him and stepped aside for him to pass without exchanging words with him.

Heath walked in the corridor through the door. At the end of the corridor there some guys messing around and joking about. They stood by another door where noise of an audience came from, along with announcements.

The guys had knuckle bracers, some held bats as they spoke vulgarly and puffed smokes out of their nostrils and mouths. He greeted with a nod and took the stairs to his left.

He soon arrived at a lounge at the top of the stairs, the door was open and there was cool music blasting from inside. He noticed there were five men inside, rather than the usual four.

A figure sitting on a sofa that directly faced the door with two mature beauties by each of his side. The man was quite tall, burly, bald, and had a scar on the right side of his face.

" Don" Heath muttered seeing the man. He froze in front of the door seeing the cold grin that the Don gave him as he noticed his arrival made him hesitant to enter the room.

" My boy, Heat. I was beginning to think I'd have to send someone to come get you. Haha!" The Don chuckled. He seemed lighthearted with his words but none of the other four sitting in the room were smiling. Hell, not even the ladies.

They all stared daggers at him, and Heath felt his knees grow weak.

" Come on in boy, don't just stand there" The Don beckoned with a sinister chuckle.

" Robby said the deal is done." Heath informed just as he stepped in.

"Hmm?" The Don lifted his hands that he curled around the ladies and reached to the table before him to grab a cigarette from a box and have one of the ladies light it.

Heath patiently waited and watched all of this, avoiding the glares given by the other guys in the room. Three of them were the Don's henchmen, and he dared not mess with them.

" Good job boy. See Emily on your way out. Tell her I said to cut you a slack." The don nodded as he puffed on his thick cigar.

Heath nodded his head and turned around with the intent to leave. He heaved a deep sigh as he walked out but halted abruptly when he heard the Don speak again.

" There's a small side task I want you to finish. Carlo, give him the tool." The Don said corking his head at one of the henchmen who sat in the red plush seat to the left who had a pompadour and flapped up his shirt collar. His facial features were sharp, making him look like a shark.

" Here chico!" The short and stout henchman, Carlo, threw a flash drive at Heath who hurriedly swung his hands to catch it.

" Remember that cold woman whose job Marquis took? It's time for her to pay us back in real." The Don puffed on his smoke once again as he chuckled. He was the type who got away with a lot of things in life, so he was amused by almost everything.

" I'll deliver, Don" Heath nodded seriously and bowed as he hurriedly left the place. His face was reddened and his temples bulged. How has he gotten himself into this life of crime?

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Detective Taylor looked through the rear windscreen at the entrance to the nightclub, readily waiting for his partner to return. He'd driven the car across the club just where he knew Heath Wolfe was likely to pass by when he came out of the nightclub.

He grabbed his gun from his armpit holster to ensure it was readily armed and held it near to himself just in case.

' In a few minutes, things might go down. I better prepare!' He warned himself. Detective Taylor did not doubt that something was gonna happen right as Inspector Roosen had gone into the nightclub.

He knew the operation to covertly arrest Heath could go down south than how he could ever imagine.

Their car has been out here in the street for a long while after all, and it was no saying that this gang was not run by people who were oblivious to their surroundings. If so, they still wouldn't be in business till now.

Of course, they'd keep watch and act at the notice of any suspicion. Detective Taylor could guess how they have been able to stay under the radar of the police for so long.

" Dammit!" Looking at the entrance of the club, he felt that trouble was brewing inside. He knew Inspector Roosen was unpredictable, and he only hoped she knew what she was doing.

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Inside the club, Heath walked down the stairs after saying his greetings to the others. He pocketed the flash drive, and the pay cut he just got from Emily, the waitress, while sticking his hands into both of his pockets with intense protective forbearance as he walked down the stairs, his face inexpressive and calculative. He was wondering how he'd finish the job at hand without causing much trouble for himself.

Heath wasn't really about this life, he was forced to join out of debt and need for a means of sustenance. He had a wife and a child, who were his greatest insecurity. They basically had their lives threatened if he didn't deliver to the Don.

Inspector Roosen who had been waiting for Heath to come down the stairs for the past ten minutes creased her gaze at him. She decided to take the risk after all, and she fell in luck.

' He has something on him' She could tell from the way he pushed his hands into his pocket. Inspector Roosen didn't look for long to avoid being suspected by the bartender, instead she just took a quick glance and waited for Heath to exit the club.

After a long enough while, Inspector Roosen put a note on the table top and quickly got up to follow behind him as he made his way out of the club, squeezing through the crowd.

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Heath walked out of the club and hurried down the sideway towards the corner of the street when he heard.

" Hey, hey!"

Heath looked behind without putting a stop to his walk. He saw a lady with short brown hair staggering in her heels as she ran after him, seemingly drunk.

' Tsk! they always know when you have money on you... These hoes!' Heath thought in scorn. He hated the way people lived out here in the states. Not that he was an angel or something, but he just couldn't stand the indecency. He didn't care if the lady had financial issues just as him and was struggling to find a means as well, it's just wrong whatever she was doing.

' Not like she doesn't know what she's doing is wrong anyway...' He realized it wasn't his place to judge. They were probably in the same shoe.

However, the money currently on him was out of his sweat to get him and his family fed. He wouldn't squander that even for the best blowjob in the world.

" Not interested!" He dismissed and just continued walking.

" Wait! boss sent me" the woman said and this time, Heath couldn't help but slow down.

He stopped to look around to see if it wasn't some kind of ambush on him. Seeing that it was only the woman whose clothing was half revealing who now bent and rested her hand on the wall to take a breath, obviously having been spent from running after him. Heath became relaxed.

' Must be one of his whores' Heath thought. She was probably heading out of the club already, hence, the reason why Don had sent her.

' Must be...' Heath believed his conjecture was right. He stood and waited for the woman to come closer to her before he asked,

" So what did the Don sa-" His eyes widened and he wasn't able to react to the punch that drove right to his face in a swift hook.

Bang!

His head buzzed and he saw pitch darkness before losing consciousness.

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