Cat in a Midnight Choir by Carole Nelson Douglas

Author:Carole Nelson Douglas [Douglas, Carole Nelson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Women Sleuths, Mystery & Detective, Fiction
ISBN: 9780812570212
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2003-05-01T07:00:00+00:00

…The Sting

“This music could drive a person crazy,” Molina shouted to Morris Alch.

She was hoping he had attained an age group where he’d agree with her right off.

Instead, he just smiled.

“Sorry, can’t hear you over this racket, Lieutenant.” His forefinger patted his earlobe. “Hard of hearing. What a blessing sometimes.”

He gazed around like a kid who’d run away to see a traveling carnival.

This was a side show, all right, with the hoochie-coochie girls front and center. Morrie gazed up at their undulating everythings with innocent amazement. He was working, after all, even though it was past midnight when he met her here.

Molina wasn’t sure she was ready to watch another man fall for the obvious.

“I should have brought Su,” she shouted. “She’d keep her eye on the prize.”

Alch screwed a finger in one ear as if to twirl out wax. “Can’t hear,” he shouted happily.

Maybe, Molina thought, the awful, knee-knockingly loud music was part of the attraction. Some men seemed to crave not having to talk, or think.

The music made her teeth grind. It was what she thought of as jackhammer rock: screeched lyrics you couldn’t understand, screaming guitar, a dominant, body-vibrating bass deep enough to stop pacemakers for three blocks around.

She glanced at the small, glassed-in booth where the teenage troll responsible for this hellish hullabaloo was nodding his scraggly head to the beat like a palsied muppet.

They were here on official business, waiting for a brief break in the festivities.

Morrie stared up at the stage, where the only view was of Frederick’s of Hollywood thongs being put to very skimpy use.

You’d think Alch had never been to a strip club before, she thought, and then Molina considered the likely fact that he probably hadn’t, not often. He didn’t strike her as the type to rowdy out with the boys. Maybe that was why she’d always liked him, as much as an impartial superior officer could like an underling. Not playing favorites was the key to effective management, but she realized that she trusted Morrie more than most.

Which meant that she was relying on him to trust her enough to be useful and not ask too many questions. In other words, enough to use.

She let a few dead strippers romp through her memory to remind herself why this case had her covering up for her enemies and keeping her colleagues in the dark.

If progress was made tonight, if they could get closer to a chargeable suspect on the Cher Smith murder, the pressure would ease. The charade could stop, and she could go after the quarry she really wanted with brass knuckles: Max Kinsella, signed, sealed, and delivered for assorted felonies. Or Murder One would do. Maybe solving this case would take care of that matter for her at one and the same time.

The idea was so satisfying that she smiled.

The music stopped. Silence was more shocking than sound.

“Quick,” Molina said under her breath to Alch.

He heard her. The barefoot boy with mouth agape was gone, replaced by a canny investigator.

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