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
