Page 32 of Seer

“Dick,” Phoebe says from my left, and I nod.

“Where are you taking her to dinner?” I turn to my partner and kiss her softly.

“I’m cooking for her. She just wants to relax. So instead of a crowded restaurant, we’re going for massages and then home.” I can see the mischief sparkling in her eyes.

“You’re going to get her naked before you even feed her, aren’t you?” Phoebe shrugs as she takes a sip of her drink.

“So unfair.” I sigh.

“You made the decision to wait. I was more than willing to help you with your blue balls.” I groan and roll my eyes.

“We all agreed to wait.” I remind her.

“My vibrator made no promises.” I slap her ass and walk away before I do something stupid.

Like, fuck her on the bar.

“I need a break,” I hiss at Fabien, who’s behind the bar.

“Go ahead, I got this.” He pours a series of shots for a group of barely legal kids waiting.

I walk outside and puff on my vape the second I clear the doorway. I lean up against the brick wall, closing my eyes as the smoke fills my lungs.

“Excuse me, sir?” I open one eye and stare at the police officer standing five feet away.

I blow out my smoke in the other direction and stand straight.

“Yes?” I don’t move closer as he flips open a notebook.

This can’t be good.

“Are you the owner?” I frown but nod.

“Fabien Fukuma?” Now I’m really confused.

“No, that’s my business partner. He’s inside. How can I help you?” He snaps his notebook closed and pulls his handcuffs from his belt.

“Mr. Kai Thorton?” I nod at a loss as to what these cops want with us.

“You’re under arrest. Place your hands behind your back.” I scoff.

“For what?” It comes out as a yell, and thank God it’s a slow night because the alley carries my voice inside.

“What’s going on?” I hear Fabien call out as I’m shoved into the brick wall and put in the cuffs.

“Mr. Fabien Fukuma?” The other officer, not currently holding me, asks.

“I asked my question first.” He crosses his arms across his chest and stares the officer down.

Behind him, I’m sure Phoebe is on the phone with his mother.

“Mr. Thorton is being arrested for terroristic threats.” I burst out laughing at the absurdity.

“Who did he allegedly threaten?” Fabien has a hard time asking.

It’s a few days before Halloween, and the club loves to run pranks, but this one seems like they may have gone too far.

“A former employee has filed the charges. You’ll need to come to the station to give your statement.” I’m pulled off the wall, and I sober up pretty quickly when I’m placed in the back of the police cruiser.

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