Sin handed the dungeon monitor a crisp fifty. “Can you tell us anything else about the blonde?”
“She didn’t say much, but I’m pretty sure she had a Russian accent, too. I remember she was really into the big dude. Those two were all over each other. After I kicked him out, she came back with some suit. She wasn’t into him. No rope play. They used a private room. They played here once, maybe twice.” He paused. “We good?”
“No,” Sin replied. “We’re not.”
* * *
The three of them entered Eckert’s shoebox-sized office.What a shithole.Eckert cleared a stack of porn movies off the sofa before leaning his ass against the back of his desk. Neither Sin nor Evangeline sat.
“I heard you’re getting shut down,” Sin said.
“I let some underage kids in and they drank. Fake ID cards bit me in the ass.”
“I can make it so you don’t get shut down. But first, you’re going to give me full access to your database. I need to find this Rave woman.”
“You a cop?”
“I’m a fixer. I make problems go away.”
“Yeah, man. Make it happen.” He opened his laptop and began typing. “Password is Kinky Times. No spaces.” He pushed out of the squeaky chair, extended his hand and Sin shook it.
“See ya, doll,” Eckert said to Evangeline.
When Eckert left, Sin called Dakota. “Need your help.”
“It’s New Year’s Eve. I’m at The Dungeon and I’m ten minutes from getting laid.”
Silence.
“For Christ’s sakes, Sin.”
After telling him what he needed, Dakota said, “I’ll make a few calls. Give me an hour.”
“Happy New Year.”
“Fuck you.”
On a chuckle, Sin hung up. Evangeline was already in the database, her fingers flying over the keyboard.
Knock-knock-knock.
Sin opened the door.
A server stood there with two flutes and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. “A gift from Mr. Eckert.”
Rather than invite the young man in, Sin took the items, tipped the kid, and closed the door. He popped the cork, poured two glasses, and slid one over to Evangeline. That’s when he realized it was five minutes ‘til midnight.
“Evan.”
She stopped typing. “I’m not finding anything.”
He pulled up a slow song on his playlist. “Let’s start the New Year right. Dance with me.”
As she rose, her expression softened. They found a spot in the middle of the cluttered floor. He drew her into his arms and held her like she was already his.
She leaned up and kissed him, letting her soft, sexy mouth linger on his. “I like that we’re helping each other out.” He loved how she whispered in his ear, how the timbre of her voice comforted him, yet riled him at the same time.
As they moved in time to the music, he pressed his lips against her forehead. She smelled so good…and so familiar.
