A Novel Murder by Simpson Ginger

Author:Simpson, Ginger [Simpson, Ginger]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Books We Love Ltd.
Published: 2013-04-08T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Michelle stood outside the door at Kitty Katz for a moment and took a composing breath. Purposely, she’d avoided wearing anything revealing, and ran perspiring hands down the front of her tan slacks. The darkness had done little to decrease the humidity, and the brown cotton blouse she’d worn to compliment her pants clung to her like a second skin.

Grimacing at the germ-laden handle, she braved opening the door and slipped inside. The air conditioning felt wonderful, but the same stale air greeted her. Expecting to see Louis and noting a different person at his post, she hoped for a reprieve from sharing the promised drink. Perhaps, he’d gone home ill or had a minor emergency. She certainly didn’t wish anything bad for him, but…

She fished in her purse for the cover charge and offered it to the strange set of muscles. “I expected to see Louis here.”

“You Alicia?”

For a moment, her alias escaped her and she gave him a blank stare. “Oh…ah, yes, yes I am.”

The bouncer pushed the ten-dollar bill back at her. “Cover’s on us tonight. Louis is waiting for you at the bar.”

“Thanks.” Michelle gulped back feelings of trepidation. Her eyes adjusted to the dim room, and she focused on the smoke-hazed stage. A rainbow of colored rays highlighted the busty dancer slithering like a snake around the polished chrome pole. The woman with olive skin and dark hair, clearly the one named after an Egyptian feline, danced in a skimpy see-through harem outfit with a grace and sensuality that made it hard to look away…until someone tapped Michelle on the shoulder.

“Hey, Alicia. I saved a place for you at the bar. What would you like to drink?” Louis gestured toward two empty stools amidst men staring lustfully at the stage. A half-empty beer glass marked his space.

Michelle managed a weak smile. Great, now she’d have a ringside seat watching another woman who strangely stirred uncomfortable sexual thoughts. Shell slid onto the stool and took a deep breath. Definitely out of her comfort zone, she shrugged her shoulders to release her growing tension.

“What to drink?” Louis asked again.

“Oh, white wine, please.”

Instead of waiting for the bartender, Louis went to the assorted bottles behind the bar and filled a glass…not a wine goblet, but a regular beer glass. Clearly, pouring drinks wasn’t his forte, but he proudly presented her with content she considered equal to three of her dainty crystal stemware. Although frayed nerves prompted her to empty her tumbler in one gulp, she reminded herself to sip while she found a way to lead into her interrogation. Now, there was the pretty good possibility of a second woman dead who shared the same profession as the first and worked in the same bar…Louis had to know something and she was bound to find out what.

At her first taste, she struggled not to let the wine’s bitterness show in her expression. She expected the usual sweet, fruity flavor she enjoyed, but what was in her glass was definitely a shock to her pallet.

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