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Thanks to Sally Jetson for the beta.
Chapter 5: The Gig is Up
"One of your girls is an old friend of mine. Could you pass along something for her? It's really important." Flack asked the bartender as he subtly flashed his badge.
"Umm.. sure."
"Thanks man."
Flack left the club and saw a still furious Danny pacing outside.
"Alright Casanova. Time to get you back to the hotel and away from here. Now," and with that Flack dragged Danny into the nearest cab.
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It was 4:15 am and Lindsay was still hanging around the club although her shift ended a few hours ago. She had changed into her "normal" clothes , though they were still more revealing then she liked (a tight black tube top and a mini jean skirt), and decided to hang around the bar, watching, listening.
She saw her boss Armando, coming out from the back rooms talking to some associates. She made her way in that direction and pretended to chat up one of the few patrons left. It wasn't unusual for the girls who worked here to pick up a little extra cash going above and beyond the call of duty after hours. As she charmed the mostly drunk balding man in front of her, she kept her true attention on the conversation happening behind her.
"The cops are getting close boss. It's getting too hot."
"The cops don't know anything. Just keep a level head. The only way they can connect us to the murders of those girls is if they find the bodies and that's not going to happen."
"But what if they do, what if they find them?"
"You dug a good 12 feet down right? And wrapped them in plastic?"
"12 feet? I thought you said 12 inches!"
Armando gave his underling a glare that made the object of his wrath suddenly sweat profusely.
"Where did you bury them?"
"Behind the old gas station on route 50, but I wrapped them in plastic. Please don't kill me boss."
With that Armando gave another one of his men a nod and the underling was taken away, most likely never to be seen again. Armando addressed his last man; "It will be day light soon. We will have to rebury the girls tomorrow. Make sure it is done right this time." With a nod the man left and Armando returned to his business.
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Lindsay excused herself from her conversation, a huge smile on her face. Maybe it won't be much longer now. She left the club and made a quick call.
"Jim, it's me. I think we finally got them." My work here is almost done.
"Yo Luce," the bartender from inside used her alias to catch her attention. "Sorry Jim, I have to go. I'll be there soon."
"What's up?" Please don't be suspicious... please don't know anything.
"A guy came in and left this for you. Said it was important," he handed her a business card. "Thanks Ben."
Lindsay looked at the card: NYPD – CSI: Detective Daniel Messer
And penned underneath: Flamingo Rm 811
It felt like Lindsay's heart had stopped beating. She stared at the card, willing it to make sense to her. Why is he here? How'd he find me? What does he want? Does he still care?
Finally she slipped the card into her pocket and grabbed a cab. She'd deal with it later, she had other business now.
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