3
I stopped off at my apartment to change my clothes. The druggy was nowhere in sight, but that was all right. I had a murderer to find.
I slipped into some street clothes and drove to the club district. My target was the Wolf’s Den, and my hunch was right that after a few days most of the area investigation was over. There was a strip of police tape in front of the alley, but nobody was around to guard it. The front doors of the club were closed and nobody stood out front waiting in line. The gorilla must be put in his cage during the day and let loose to harass the teenagers at night.
I parked my car on the opposite side of the street and got out. The sidewalks had a few bumbling drunks who wandered from strip club to strip club, but otherwise the foot and car traffic was light
