Robert had just finished his first drink and was considering pouring
another when the bartender returned. Claude took a deep breath and said,
"My boss thought you might like someplace a little more private to have
your drink. So if you'll follow me", as he picked up the bottle of Scotch
and began to head down the hallway. Robert debated the wisdom of following
him for a second and decided that almost any alternative was better than
ending up in the middle of Mac and Frisco's argument.
Claude flipped the lights on in the back room and proceeded over to the wall where he opened a hidden door. Robert began to wonder just what he had stepped into when Claude once again began to speak. "There's a shower in there and a bed, and I'm pretty sure some of the clothes the boss keeps stashed in there will fit you", Claude said in one breath. "Who exactly is your boss", Robert asked as he took another sip of scotch. "He told me not to tell you", Claude replied knowing he sounded foolish. "Does he offer this hospitality to anyone who wonders in off the streets", Robert asked as he looked around the room. "I've learned not to ask to many questions", Claude replied as he headed back for the door. "He told me to tell you, that anything you needed was on the house for as long as you needed it, and that if you want to talk he'll be in his office all night", Claude finished as he left the room and closed the door behind him.
Robert didn't know what to think of the situation. On one hand with this kind of reception he figured the club owner recognized him and was trying to help him out. But who would do that and not be in here demanding answers. On the other hand maybe it was just someone who helped out those who couldn't help themselves. Maybe it was an old enemy hoping to lure him into a false sense of security. Or an old friend who at the moment was marshalling the troops to keep him from disappearing again. Enough, Robert said to himself all this thinking was just going to make him crazy and the idea of dry clothes and a hot shower without someone watching was just to tempting to pass up at the moment. So he grabbed the bottle of Scotch and entered the secret room closing the door behind him.
Luke hoped like hell, that Robert's survival instincts were still good as he left his office and met the agents halfway across the bar. "What can I do for you gentlemen, and I do use that term loosely", Luke asked as he lit a cigar. "We're here to search the place", the lead idiot said. "And your search warrant", Luke asked. "We're only looking for thing Spencer, so it would be in your best interest if you just let us do our job and then we won't have to report anything else we find to the police. I know how much you love them and all", Constance Townley said as she joined the group. "I never could quite tell you no Connie", Luke replied as he waved them the rest of the way into his bar. "Shall we have a drink for old time's sake" Connie asked Luke as he led the way to his office. "Show them around Claude", Luke yelled back over his shoulder as he and Connie entered his office.
Claude thought to himself that maybe he should take Luke seriously the next time he fired him, because things were just getting to strange around here, as he showed the gentlemen into Luke's backroom. Claude let out the breath he had been holding when he realized the other gentleman had closed himself in the room. After a quick search Claude and the agents headed upstairs to check out the apartment.
"Care to tell me what's going on Connie", Luke asked as he shut his office door. "You know I can't", she replied as she looked around the office. "Who are you looking for", Luke asked as he settled into his desk chair. "What makes you think I'm looking for someone", Connie replied. "I've been playing the game for almost as long as you have.", Luke said as he stared her down. When she could no longer meet his glare he asked, "Faison's back from the dead isn't he?" He had jumped to the conclusion her superiors had hoped for, she just wished she knew the real reason she was here playing this cat and mouse game with him. She thought the agency had learned long ago not to mess with Spencer or anyone else in this town. "Yes", she said as she once again met his eyes. "Then why are you searching my club", Luke asked, "because you know if he walked in here no one would ever find the body". "I wish I knew", Connie simple stated. The two of them sat in silence until one of the agents knocked on the door and told her the bar was clear. She stood and once again walked away from Luke without looking back.
Claude flipped the lights on in the back room and proceeded over to the wall where he opened a hidden door. Robert began to wonder just what he had stepped into when Claude once again began to speak. "There's a shower in there and a bed, and I'm pretty sure some of the clothes the boss keeps stashed in there will fit you", Claude said in one breath. "Who exactly is your boss", Robert asked as he took another sip of scotch. "He told me not to tell you", Claude replied knowing he sounded foolish. "Does he offer this hospitality to anyone who wonders in off the streets", Robert asked as he looked around the room. "I've learned not to ask to many questions", Claude replied as he headed back for the door. "He told me to tell you, that anything you needed was on the house for as long as you needed it, and that if you want to talk he'll be in his office all night", Claude finished as he left the room and closed the door behind him.
Robert didn't know what to think of the situation. On one hand with this kind of reception he figured the club owner recognized him and was trying to help him out. But who would do that and not be in here demanding answers. On the other hand maybe it was just someone who helped out those who couldn't help themselves. Maybe it was an old enemy hoping to lure him into a false sense of security. Or an old friend who at the moment was marshalling the troops to keep him from disappearing again. Enough, Robert said to himself all this thinking was just going to make him crazy and the idea of dry clothes and a hot shower without someone watching was just to tempting to pass up at the moment. So he grabbed the bottle of Scotch and entered the secret room closing the door behind him.
Luke hoped like hell, that Robert's survival instincts were still good as he left his office and met the agents halfway across the bar. "What can I do for you gentlemen, and I do use that term loosely", Luke asked as he lit a cigar. "We're here to search the place", the lead idiot said. "And your search warrant", Luke asked. "We're only looking for thing Spencer, so it would be in your best interest if you just let us do our job and then we won't have to report anything else we find to the police. I know how much you love them and all", Constance Townley said as she joined the group. "I never could quite tell you no Connie", Luke replied as he waved them the rest of the way into his bar. "Shall we have a drink for old time's sake" Connie asked Luke as he led the way to his office. "Show them around Claude", Luke yelled back over his shoulder as he and Connie entered his office.
Claude thought to himself that maybe he should take Luke seriously the next time he fired him, because things were just getting to strange around here, as he showed the gentlemen into Luke's backroom. Claude let out the breath he had been holding when he realized the other gentleman had closed himself in the room. After a quick search Claude and the agents headed upstairs to check out the apartment.
"Care to tell me what's going on Connie", Luke asked as he shut his office door. "You know I can't", she replied as she looked around the office. "Who are you looking for", Luke asked as he settled into his desk chair. "What makes you think I'm looking for someone", Connie replied. "I've been playing the game for almost as long as you have.", Luke said as he stared her down. When she could no longer meet his glare he asked, "Faison's back from the dead isn't he?" He had jumped to the conclusion her superiors had hoped for, she just wished she knew the real reason she was here playing this cat and mouse game with him. She thought the agency had learned long ago not to mess with Spencer or anyone else in this town. "Yes", she said as she once again met his eyes. "Then why are you searching my club", Luke asked, "because you know if he walked in here no one would ever find the body". "I wish I knew", Connie simple stated. The two of them sat in silence until one of the agents knocked on the door and told her the bar was clear. She stood and once again walked away from Luke without looking back.