Who Needs Justice? by Rex Bolt

Author:Rex Bolt
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Rex Bolt
Published: 2018-04-15T16:00:00+00:00

28 – Paperback

Christian took his own car in case he had to go get Monica. It was a relatively small place, three women dancing at a time on a runway in the middle of a circular bar. Whatever song was playing, even something light out of the '70s, it had a heavy rhythm section engineered into it. There were strobe lights that kept changing the setting to different colors, but mostly the women looked slightly purple up there.

Floyd was right, the majority of the dancers were attractive and the bodies were tight and supple. "One thing I'll give this place," Christian said, "no poles. This you can get into easier."

"I must say, they're good dancers," Allison said. "More professional than I expected."

Floyd said, "With this place, a lot of the girls are supposedly from Brazil. Doesn't seem logical, but I heard that."

"Actually, I can see it," Allison said.

"Wait a second," Christian said, "what can you see? Who's Brazilian up there now?"

"The middle girl for one," she said, "I mean look how exquisitely she moves."

Christian said, "Take away the lighting, she's white as a sheet. My guess is she hails from Rapid City, South Dakota."

His phone rang, Monica. He excused himself. "Yeah," he said.

"Chris, please . . . Can you at least say something?"

"What time is it?"

"It's ten to one."

"Okay, just be in the lobby."

He told Floyd and Allison to continue having fun and took his time, stopping for a donut and coffee on the way. Monica was reading a paperback when he got there.

"Well?" he said.

"I think I have some stuff for you, but can it wait until tomorrow Chris?"

"It can, absolutely. In fact never is fine too."

"You know what? It wasn't quite what you thought."

They got home to a dark house, Floyd and Allison were still out, and Christian went straight to bed and barely moved until noon.

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He went in the kitchen, where someone had been frying bacon. "One of you looks relatively fresh," he said, "while the two late arrivals look like shit."

Monica said, "You didn't tell me they were watching strippers. We could have met them."

"You didn't ask," Christian said.

Allison said, "It was pretty amazing. When I feel better I'm going to try to write a song about the experience."

Floyd said, "The pace that you're all setting, it's a little heavy for me."

"Is there a Starbucks nearby?" Monica said. "I have to go over a few things with Chris."

Floyd gave them directions and headed back to bed. Christian said, "Might as well walk it then. Give you time to gather your thoughts."

The Starbucks was a mile or so down Seneca Avenue, everything pretty quiet on a Sunday afternoon. Half way there, Monica took his arm.

"Now that," Christian said, "is an error."

"It makes me feel good. You can't lighten up and leave it at that?"

"Fuck, I forgot all about Ray," he said.

Ray answered on the second ring. He said, "I get over there, nothing jumping out ringing no alarm, so Birgitte and I went out to dinner."

"Okay fine, but what about the husband?"

"No sign of him.

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