“Yes.Lou and Simon.I doubt they’d volunteer to leave town.Too much time away from bars, but why risk it?If they do out-of-town work, I’ll assign them to Buffalo and Ithaca.”
After he rolled down the window, he stuck his elbow out as they drove to Blood Sport.The fresh air kept him from getting a whiff of the enticing Rey.
Once inside the sex club, Con walked to the stairs with Rey following.He sneaked a peek.The bullpen was already busy.They needed to make this trip fast.He didn’t need the pheromones adding to Rey’s already delectable scent.When a guard stopped them, he let his mouth slide open to reveal his fangs.“We’re friends.”The guy stepped aside.
Upstairs, Mordy leaned against the door.His alibi for George’s murder had checked out, and a few contacts had mentioned he was a respected warlock.Con scratched him off the suspect list.
Mordy waved them in.“Tragedy.Mommy was a good employee.She’ll be missed.”
Laz waited for them as before.Behind his desk.They settled into the same chairs for another conversation.
Con studied the vampire.He looked genuine, but with a bloodsucker, you could never tell.They were cold bastards.Not to the touch but inside where it counted.“Whaddya know about the latest incident?”
Laz shook his head.“Nothing.I wish I had news.This is bad for business.”
“Really?I’d think with your crowd, it might be an incentive.”Con glanced at Rey, who had her electronic pad out as she entered notes.
Laz chuckled.“You’d think, but our clientele are wannabes.They don’t want real violence.”
“Mommy’s not our killer’s usual type,” said Rey.
“Meaning?”
“She’s a woman.”Her gaze dropped to her pad again.
Laz’s eyes flicked from side to side.“So you believe she was killed for a reason other than personal gratification.”
Con nodded.“It’s possible.”
Mordy stroked his chin.“She was acting different after you talked to her about George.”
“How so?”Con asked.
“Looking over her shoulder.Afraid.”
He gazed at Rey.Perhaps Mommy had seen the killer.“Mind if we talk to a few of your employees?Who was close to her?”
****
Reyleft with the names of employees who might be Mommy’s friends.Fortunately, the night was about to get lively, so the women were in the dressing room prepping.
Con knocked, swung open the door, and waved Rey through first.She held up her badge and wanted to close her eyes.Lots of gigantic boobs, leather bustiers, thigh-high stiletto boots, whips, and shit she didn’t recognize.As a professional, though, she kept her lids up.
Wary stares met Con and her.Expected.Sex workers rarely had good experiences with the police.
“Ladies,” said Con with a wolfish smile.“No badge.Think of me as a consultant.”
That earned him a few sexyhmmsand one comment.“You can consult with me anytime, honey.”
“How about now?”he answered, suggestive grin still in place.He pulled up an empty chair, turned it around, and straddled it.
A few women fanned themselves.
Rey took another seat, allowing Con to lead the convo.The sex workers seemed to respond to him.To her?Not so much.
“Who’s first?Or should we do this as a group?”he asked.
A woman dressed as a little girl gripping a large lollipop spoke up.“I love groups.”