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My mobile rings. Lorelei again. “You have something for me?” “Got the word about some guy who fits your description and gives her the creeps.” “Who is she? A colleague? A friend?” “Friend of a friend. Pole dancer at one of the clubs. Three or four nights a week.” “A dancer? Does she do more than dance?” more“You’d have to ask her that. Most do.” “So, I can talk to her?” “Yup, she said she’d meet up with us before her turn tonight. Ruby’s at nine. That work for you?” “I’ll be there.” ***** Strolling through evening air sultry with summer humidity gets me early to the cafe, where I claim a table in a quiet corner but with a view both outward and toward the entrance. It’s a quiet hour for business. Too late for workers finishing the day shift snatching an easy meal. Too early for