Well, I had to get Gene Hunt in a club didn't I? Little bit of jealousy going on maybe? Thanks so much for reviewing as well – it really does make my day..
Trouble Getting Home – Chapter five
Alex looked up at the sign above the building; Roses. She shook herself mentally; dismissing any sense of foreboding, and began to walk in – her heeled boots clacking on the ground. Gene, Chris and Ray were already inside. Pushing the door open, she looked around the inside of the strangely silent club with leather black interiors and neon lights. Alex could hear Gene talking to a waitress and she hurried towards the source of the sound.
'So, is Minto a good boss, love?' Gene was leaning casually against the bar talking to a nervous looking girl. Alex came up behind him.
The girl spoke softly.
'He is good enough. I get paid and treated fairly well, so I'm happy. Why do you ask?'
Alex stepped up, making sure everything about her body language was open, and non-threatening.
'We're just looking into a police investigation – if you could help us it would be good. Do you know where your boss was 2 days ago?'
'I wasn't here two days ago – but you could ask Carl – he's a barman.' The girl looked relieved that she could point them both towards another person and began to back away. Alex put one hand out towards her.
'Hold on – Carl ----?'
'Doston…Carl Doston.'
Alex and Gene's heads whipped round in order to see a good looking man, holding an empty drinks tray. Curly brown hair framed an almost grecian profile and Alex could bet that there was a strong chest hidden under his crisp white shirt. Subtlety looking her up and down – although she noticed – he began to talk.
'How can I help you – officers?'
Gene barely hid the disgust on his face – he was looking at Carl Doston and Alex could tell he was sizing Carl up as a pretty boy.
'I'm DCI Hunt and this is DI Drake. We're here to investigate a murder.'
Carl's eyebrows raised, a look of surprise on his face.
'Who's murder?'
'We would rather not disclose that at this moment in time.' Alex quickly replied.
Carl continued to look her steadily in the face.
'Murder? Well, I wish I could help you but I don't know anything about a murder. I would be willing to discuss this further with DI Drake, however. How about over dinner, Detective Inspector?'
Alex's own face registered a look of shock briefly, before she hid it.
'You barely know me, Mr Doston.'
'Ahh, but I always have good instincts on these things..' Came the quickfire response.
' 'ave you two finished cos I thought we were investigating a murder, not taking part in bloody blind date!' Gene interrupted.
Just then – Chris and Ray turfed up behind Carl Donston. They looked pleased with themselves.
'Guess what, Guv?' Chris started smugly.
'We've found Minto's office – and he's not 'ere tonight..' Ray interjected.
'Good work, Chris, Raymondo… Looks like we're going clubbing after all Bolly!'
Alex snorted, finding it difficult to imagine Gene in a club. But then again – since going to that gay club… Maybe she could.