A man disappeared into the back with one of the waitresses. The good senator had to be in back.
Reid stood up. “Stay here. Watch my back.”
Julianna continued to hold her nose. “Hurry. This place smells nastier than the car.”
Reid walked over to the bleached blonde carrying an empty tray toward the bar. “How do I get into the back?”
She set the round tray down and looped her arm with his. “With me, sugar.” The bimbo looked to be in her forties, but she was probably much younger. She had the face of someone with a rough life and the body of someone with too many implants. “I’m Sashia at your service.”
He wouldn’t touch her for anything. When they got to the rear of the building, a half dozen rooms were on either side of the hall. She opened the door to the second room.
He removed her arm and pulled out his wallet. “How much?”
She eyed him from head to toe. “Three hundred.”
Reid handed her three hundred and fifty. “I just need some information.”
She eyes widened. “You a cop? ‘Cause I was just going to dance for you. Perfectly legal.”
He grinned as charmingly as he could. “No. I’m not a cop.”
She chewed on her lower lip and glanced around. “What kind of information?”
“A well dressed man in a trench coat, about six-foot came back here a few minutes ago. Where is he?”
She crossed her arms. “I don’t recall.”
Reid pulled out another fifty. “Do you recall now?”
She took the money and pointed to the room two doors down. “He’s in with Trixie. Should be finished in a few minutes. He’s a fast one, that one.”
Information he didn’t need. “Thanks. I’ll wait here.”
“Suit yourself. Don’t mention my name.” She took off, back out to the club area.
Reid stood behind the door and waited. So, Senator Grant liked prostitutes did he? That data could prove to be useful.
As Sashia promised, the door opened just a couple minutes later. The man didn’t even notice Reid hidden in the shadows. The SOB had a satisfied smirk on his face. Not for long. Reid let the senator pass him, but he followed close behind. He motioned for Julianna as soon as they entered the main area. She stood up and walked over to them.
“Senator Grant?” She placed a hand on his arm.
He jerked his arm away. “No, you have me mistaken with someone else.”
Reid stepped in front of them. “I don’t think so. Why don’t we go sit down and have a chat.”
The man’s face went pale. “What do you want?”
“Brandon Voss.”
The senator’s mouth fell open. His eyes went to Julianna for a second before darting back to Reid. “I don’t know him.”
“How was Trixie tonight?” Reid asked.
He swallowed and glanced toward the exit. “I don’t know where he is.”
Reid reached over and straightened Senator Grant’s tie. “Does your wife know about your little excursions here?”
His hands turned into fists. “You have no idea who you are dealing with.”
“Yes, I think I do. I want Brandon Voss’ location or I’ll leak my new found information to the press.”
“I don’t have his location.” He removed a checkbook from his jacket pocket. “How much do you want?”
“Put your money away. The only way you can pay us to keep quiet is to provide us with Mr. Voss.”
“Then I think we are done here. I can’t give you something I don’t have. Believe me, I want him more than you do.”
Reid stepped aside. Senator Grant walked past him and out of the noisy club. The senator was really pissing him off. He counted to ten to regain his calm then headed to the door. Before Reid pulled the door open for Julianna, the sound of an explosion drowned out the crowd and caused the building to rattle.
They ran outside. What was left of Grant’s town car was in flames and blackened parts were scattered around the alley. The whole side of the brick building that the car had been parked next to was blown to bits. Trash littered the entire street.
“Oh no!”
Reid stood up. “Stay here. Watch my back.”
Julianna continued to hold her nose. “Hurry. This place smells nastier than the car.”
Reid walked over to the bleached blonde carrying an empty tray toward the bar. “How do I get into the back?”
She set the round tray down and looped her arm with his. “With me, sugar.” The bimbo looked to be in her forties, but she was probably much younger. She had the face of someone with a rough life and the body of someone with too many implants. “I’m Sashia at your service.”
He wouldn’t touch her for anything. When they got to the rear of the building, a half dozen rooms were on either side of the hall. She opened the door to the second room.
He removed her arm and pulled out his wallet. “How much?”
She eyed him from head to toe. “Three hundred.”
Reid handed her three hundred and fifty. “I just need some information.”
She eyes widened. “You a cop? ‘Cause I was just going to dance for you. Perfectly legal.”
He grinned as charmingly as he could. “No. I’m not a cop.”
She chewed on her lower lip and glanced around. “What kind of information?”
“A well dressed man in a trench coat, about six-foot came back here a few minutes ago. Where is he?”
She crossed her arms. “I don’t recall.”
Reid pulled out another fifty. “Do you recall now?”
She took the money and pointed to the room two doors down. “He’s in with Trixie. Should be finished in a few minutes. He’s a fast one, that one.”
Information he didn’t need. “Thanks. I’ll wait here.”
“Suit yourself. Don’t mention my name.” She took off, back out to the club area.
Reid stood behind the door and waited. So, Senator Grant liked prostitutes did he? That data could prove to be useful.
As Sashia promised, the door opened just a couple minutes later. The man didn’t even notice Reid hidden in the shadows. The SOB had a satisfied smirk on his face. Not for long. Reid let the senator pass him, but he followed close behind. He motioned for Julianna as soon as they entered the main area. She stood up and walked over to them.
“Senator Grant?” She placed a hand on his arm.
He jerked his arm away. “No, you have me mistaken with someone else.”
Reid stepped in front of them. “I don’t think so. Why don’t we go sit down and have a chat.”
The man’s face went pale. “What do you want?”
“Brandon Voss.”
The senator’s mouth fell open. His eyes went to Julianna for a second before darting back to Reid. “I don’t know him.”
“How was Trixie tonight?” Reid asked.
He swallowed and glanced toward the exit. “I don’t know where he is.”
Reid reached over and straightened Senator Grant’s tie. “Does your wife know about your little excursions here?”
His hands turned into fists. “You have no idea who you are dealing with.”
“Yes, I think I do. I want Brandon Voss’ location or I’ll leak my new found information to the press.”
“I don’t have his location.” He removed a checkbook from his jacket pocket. “How much do you want?”
“Put your money away. The only way you can pay us to keep quiet is to provide us with Mr. Voss.”
“Then I think we are done here. I can’t give you something I don’t have. Believe me, I want him more than you do.”
Reid stepped aside. Senator Grant walked past him and out of the noisy club. The senator was really pissing him off. He counted to ten to regain his calm then headed to the door. Before Reid pulled the door open for Julianna, the sound of an explosion drowned out the crowd and caused the building to rattle.
They ran outside. What was left of Grant’s town car was in flames and blackened parts were scattered around the alley. The whole side of the brick building that the car had been parked next to was blown to bits. Trash littered the entire street.
“Oh no!”
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