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I don’t want to go down that negative train of thought thinking either. I’d rather live in denial of all the possibilities until we discover otherwise for certain. Then we can tackle things as they come.
Towards the end of our meal, Crawl approaches our table. “I’ve got orders that your little party is to move to the clubhouse.”
“Is this because of Adam? Did they find him?”
“That’s all I know.”
I can sense there’s something he’s not sharing with me. I don’t question him. The other ol’ ladies mirror my thoughts as we all trade looks etched in concern.
Chapter Eighteen
“There’s a titty bar he used to hang at that let him keep a tab. You remember Fat Cat?”
“The fat fuck Nickel used to hit the dog tracks with?”
“That’s the one. It’s his club, but his boy Karl Dean runs it now. Bit of a prick like his old man, but if we grease his palms enough, he’ll talk.”
Link thinks Adam will be lying low at some of his old haunts plotting his next move or on a bender. Whatever the stupid bastard is doing, he won’t be doing it much longer.
Logan is only about an hour away, so it’s not too far of a distance to start our hunt.
We roll up outside of the titty bar. A pink neon sign shaped in the silhouette of a woman hangs on the side of a black cement block style building. The white lettering of the club’s name and hours is illegible and peeling off the glass of the entrance. Probably a sign of the state of the business. A shithole place where the women have saggy tits and wear too much makeup in an attempt to hide their ugly faces.
The kind of establishment where their pussy is as worn as their old ass carpet.
There’s only a few cars in the lot. I enter behind Link, not having high expectations. It’s too slow in the day for them to have a man on the door. We split up after we order a drink. Ten dollars for a piss hot beer. The place reeks of mildew and broken hearts. A place where dreams are crushed and reality sets in. Most of the women who come here to dance will never leave this town. Sounds shitty. It’s the statistics. I’ve known plenty of them.
There’s one girl on the center stage grinding slowly to some 90s R&B in a purple G-string. Bitch is so strung out she can barely do a spin. There’s a couple of old smelly drunks front and center tossing an occasional dollar her way. None of them are Adam.
Business is so damn slow I don’t even see a bouncer. Place has to be running on fumes. Link is chatting up the chick working behind the bar while I hit the bathroom and try to scope out more of the club. While I take a leak, I dial Crawl to check in on Zoe.
“Everything good on your end?”
“They received their food about fifteen minutes ago.”
“I’ll check back in a bit.” Knowing Pam, they are probably getting shitfaced and gossiping. I end the call and head back out to the club. As soon as I leave the bathroom, some chick with over-bleached hair and so much sparkly eye makeup she looks like a clown rubs up against me purring like a damn cat.
“You want to buy a dance?”
Fuck no, I don’t want a damn dance, but I spot Link at a table talking to some fat bald-headed motherfucker who is probably Fat Cat’s boy.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Why not?” I follow her to a booth where she shoves me down on the bench seating that sits far enough from the table to give her room to stand in front of me. She grins at me over her shoulder, revealing a gap between her front teeth large enough to drive a coal truck through. I can’t tell if the gap is natural or if one has been knocked out.
I wish I’d said no. I catch Link’s gaze and flip him the bird behind this cunt’s back. She tries to twerk her ass, but there’s nothing there to jiggle and shake. Hell, I’m about to pay her to go away.
“You like that?” She smacks her ass, then tries to straddle me, pumping her crusty snatch over my crotch.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” I mutter under my breath. My cell vibrates from my pocket, saving me from this torture. “Excuse me.” I pull a few twenties out of my money clip and stuff them in side of her thong as I slide out from under her. I leave the bar so I can take the call from Jimmy.
“What’s up, man?”
“Prodigy?” Kiesha says and my blood turns cold at the panicked tone of her voice.
“What’s going on?”
“I think I saw my dad.”
“Where?”
