used on
game shows in her head while she waited, almost drowning out the rap that
bathed the club in bass.
“So, whaddya’ talking
to the boss man about?”
Sam knew the other
bouncer was trying to fill the time rather than pry her for details.
“Oh nothing really,
just wanted to thank him for his support. He’s been really cool to us,
especially since Lena was killed.”
The bouncer dropped his
head in a nod.
“I just didn’t want to
do it in front of Nikki since he asked us to keep it quiet. He doesn’t want it
affecting morale, which I think is a smart move.” Sam smiled.
Reggie reappeared. “He
says it’s fine. Just wait here a minute while the girls clear out.
Nikki and three of her
drug buddies stomped out of the room, irritated.
Brushing past Sam,
Nikki muttered “Bitch” under her breath.
Sam leaned into Reggie,
“Do you mind keeping Gio out while I’m in there? I really want this to be
private.”
Reggie raised an
eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “I’ll do my best.”
With that, Sam slipped
through the doorway and into the low-lit living room of the Skybox.
“Sam, my daling. To
what do I owe the honor?” Fedya rose from his seat and opened his arms,
inviting a hug.
Sam reciprocated the
standard southern strip club greeting, and the two settled into the couch
together.
“I’m sorry to chase
everyone out, Fedya.” Sam glowed. “I just wanted to talk to you about a concern
I have. You said to come to you with anything we need, so here I am.”
“Yez, of course!” Fedya’s
look of caring concern drew Sam in. She thought about the affair Nikki and Gio
were having behind his back. She couldn’t understand how they could do that.
She didn’t understand the point in having affairs at all. Finish one thing
before you start another. That was the policy in Sam’s orderly world.
“I don’t know how to
say this, other than just saying it. I’m a little worried because it seems like
the police aren’t having much luck investigating Lena’s death. You are a
powerful and respected man in the community.” Sam looked at her hands as if she
might draw strength from them. “Do you think there is any way you might be able
to encourage them? I mean to make sure they’re doing everything possible?”
“I don’t understand,
Sam. Why you think politzei are doing no searching?”
Sam looked into the
gray-blue of Fedya’s eyes. They were the color of a cool mist, and she was
momentarily lost. “Um, not nothing. I just haven’t heard anything and I think
it’s a little strange that no one has questioned us. Don’t you?”
Shifting in his seat
Fedya said, “Did you do it?”
Sam blinked at him.
“Why you need to be
questioned if you did not do it?” Fedya smiled, “Sorry, this is not funny. But
I am surprize you want to be question.”
“We may know something
we didn’t realize was important, you know? Somebody investigating probably
knows more than we do but why wouldn’t they want to talk to us? Anyway, the
point isn’t just that I want to be put under a microscope, I just want to know
what’s going on.”
Fedya nodded. “You do
right to come to me.”
“There’s just been some
talk around the club that someone here knows more than they are saying.” The
minute it was out of her mouth, Sam realized she had said too much.
Straightening in his seat,
Fedya turned towards her, “What do you mean? Who says this? I don’t understand,
Sam. Who is saying these things?”
“I don’t know
specifics, Fedya. You know how club gossip goes. It’s just in the ether. You
overhear chatter and rumors spread fast.”
Fedya studied her more
carefully.
“I’m sure it’s just gossip but I didn’t like hearing that. If the cops
press harder with the investigation, or at least make their presence known, it
may put the talk to rest.”
“Hmm.” Fedya grunted
his approval. “True. I will have chat with the police and you keep ear to ground
to see who is spreading this
game shows in her head while she waited, almost drowning out the rap that
bathed the club in bass.
“So, whaddya’ talking
to the boss man about?”
Sam knew the other
bouncer was trying to fill the time rather than pry her for details.
“Oh nothing really,
just wanted to thank him for his support. He’s been really cool to us,
especially since Lena was killed.”
The bouncer dropped his
head in a nod.
“I just didn’t want to
do it in front of Nikki since he asked us to keep it quiet. He doesn’t want it
affecting morale, which I think is a smart move.” Sam smiled.
Reggie reappeared. “He
says it’s fine. Just wait here a minute while the girls clear out.
Nikki and three of her
drug buddies stomped out of the room, irritated.
Brushing past Sam,
Nikki muttered “Bitch” under her breath.
Sam leaned into Reggie,
“Do you mind keeping Gio out while I’m in there? I really want this to be
private.”
Reggie raised an
eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “I’ll do my best.”
With that, Sam slipped
through the doorway and into the low-lit living room of the Skybox.
“Sam, my daling. To
what do I owe the honor?” Fedya rose from his seat and opened his arms,
inviting a hug.
Sam reciprocated the
standard southern strip club greeting, and the two settled into the couch
together.
“I’m sorry to chase
everyone out, Fedya.” Sam glowed. “I just wanted to talk to you about a concern
I have. You said to come to you with anything we need, so here I am.”
“Yez, of course!” Fedya’s
look of caring concern drew Sam in. She thought about the affair Nikki and Gio
were having behind his back. She couldn’t understand how they could do that.
She didn’t understand the point in having affairs at all. Finish one thing
before you start another. That was the policy in Sam’s orderly world.
“I don’t know how to
say this, other than just saying it. I’m a little worried because it seems like
the police aren’t having much luck investigating Lena’s death. You are a
powerful and respected man in the community.” Sam looked at her hands as if she
might draw strength from them. “Do you think there is any way you might be able
to encourage them? I mean to make sure they’re doing everything possible?”
“I don’t understand,
Sam. Why you think politzei are doing no searching?”
Sam looked into the
gray-blue of Fedya’s eyes. They were the color of a cool mist, and she was
momentarily lost. “Um, not nothing. I just haven’t heard anything and I think
it’s a little strange that no one has questioned us. Don’t you?”
Shifting in his seat
Fedya said, “Did you do it?”
Sam blinked at him.
“Why you need to be
questioned if you did not do it?” Fedya smiled, “Sorry, this is not funny. But
I am surprize you want to be question.”
“We may know something
we didn’t realize was important, you know? Somebody investigating probably
knows more than we do but why wouldn’t they want to talk to us? Anyway, the
point isn’t just that I want to be put under a microscope, I just want to know
what’s going on.”
Fedya nodded. “You do
right to come to me.”
“There’s just been some
talk around the club that someone here knows more than they are saying.” The
minute it was out of her mouth, Sam realized she had said too much.
Straightening in his seat,
Fedya turned towards her, “What do you mean? Who says this? I don’t understand,
Sam. Who is saying these things?”
“I don’t know
specifics, Fedya. You know how club gossip goes. It’s just in the ether. You
overhear chatter and rumors spread fast.”
Fedya studied her more
carefully.
“I’m sure it’s just gossip but I didn’t like hearing that. If the cops
press harder with the investigation, or at least make their presence known, it
may put the talk to rest.”
“Hmm.” Fedya grunted
his approval. “True. I will have chat with the police and you keep ear to ground
to see who is spreading this
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