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I remembered the night before. It was hazy, but my body was still satisfied even though there was a strange feeling in my gut… like I was missing something important. That feeling dampened my mood and I didn’t want to rehearse for my show, but with no one in sight I thought about roaming around to feel the excitement.
This club gave me so many experiences. I met lots of different people and with each one, I couldn’t shake the thrill that rose in me. Every night there were lots of people to observe, lots of possibilities to give me bestseller book material. That was why I’d never left the club early. Every night after my dance show, I served drinks until the club closed. But no matter how many people I met here or how many extra hours I worked, I couldn’t find what I was looking for.
Leaving the stage area I headed to the hallway, but jerked to a stop when I heard muffled voices. One of them belonged to William, I could recognize it. I didn’t know why, but something in my gut told me to hide and listen to the conversation. I missed how it started, but I caught enough to understand what it was about –drug trafficking.
“It was a pleasure to work with you as always, Abramov,” I heard William say. They were coming toward where I was standing. I got in the VIP room and left the door cracked open to hear.
“We’re a team. I find it, you sell it and we stay out of trouble. These drugs are high-priced. Sell them clean and quick,” the other man said. His voice gave me chills. There was darkness in it. He wasn’t the kind of guy anyone would like to mess with… even I could tell that. Focusing on their conversation, I took a step back in the room to hide deeper.
“Don’t worry, Abramov. Some customers are already waiting. We’ll make good money,” William answered.
“How is Mike?” Abramov asked.
Mike? Was Mike involved in this thing, too?
“Same psycho. I don’t know when he’ll cause trouble for me again. He ruined the last girl and his eyes already found another target. He’s causing me more trouble than he’s worth,” William said, an angry tone behind his voice.
“Keep his leash short, William. I don’t want to get in trouble because of that sick bastard. If his connection to you was known, our business will get busted. Do whatever it takes to keep him hidden and under control,” Abramov said, most likely warned; maybe even threatened.
“I’ll deal with him, Abramov. He is my problem, not yours,” Will snapped at him.
“He knows more than I’m happy with and if he becomes a risk for me… let’s say, he will really be a problem for you,” Abramov said slowly and with deadly calm. His Russian tone was clear as day.
“I… I got it,” Will said, his voice was hesitant. I got the feeling that he was scared of this Abramov guy. After a pause Will continued, “Let’s go, I need to be back in an hour.”
I got closer to the door when voices started to fade. My mind was working in high gear with excitement. I knew that wasn’t the normal reaction to something like this, but I wasn’t normal. I was here to find a story and what could be better than a drug dealing mobster in the club I was working? Also, there was Mike…
What did Will mean when he said Mike ruined the last girl?
I remembered Dawn’s words, actually warnings, about my job in the club. She knew I would do every wild and adventurous thing to make up a story. I wasn’t proud of it, but I didn’t regret doing anything I had to do to reach my dream either.
What could be better than a book based on a true story?
If I found something about William and his drug dealing, it would be great material for me to use in a suspense-action novel. I was giddy.
I got out of the room and walked towards William’s office. I hoped he wouldn’t be back for an hour like he said. Grabbing the doorknob, I held my breath and was relieved when it opened easily.
His room didn’t have any intimate objects, like photos or any hobby related things that would give me a clue as to where to start. It was a typical, dull office with dark wooden furniture, not a sign of anything illegal. Though, I didn’t even know what I was looking for.
Without wasting any time, I started to look inside the drawers of his desk. There was nothing but condoms, trash and a key. The key was the only thing I could try my luck on, it was possibly for a safe and all I had to do was find it.
The right wall of the office was covered with cabinets, some of them looked like the lockers I had in high school. I searched the cabinets, the ones without locks, first. There wasn’t anything important in them. Trying to open the lockers, I was shocked and happy when all of them opened with the same key. It was a stupid move, though.
Three lockers were full of files of employees, the information about drink providers and other wholesalers the club worked with. But I found what I was looking for in the fourth locker; the safe.
It was bigger than I assumed it would be and was activated by a code. I didn’t know anything about this guy, how could I guess his password?
I sat down on the chair behind his desk and huffed in annoyance. I should have thought of that before. I was running out of time but I wasn’t ready to give up. I remembered reading something about password habits. According to that article, men usually use simple passwords. Like one-one-one-one or one-two-three-four.
Well, trying wouldn’t hurt me, I thought.
I unlocked the safe on my fifth attempt; I was lucky it didn’t lockout itself after the numerous wrong code I tried. The password was zero-zero-zero-zero; the article wasn’t wrong, after all. Holding my breath, I looked into the safe. There were lots of yellow packages in it –the drug packs. I checked the safe to see if there was something else of interest, but it was hard to look for something you didn’t know what it was.
Aside from the packages I found two files. One of them was about William. The file held all of his connections in the drug dealing business. If this file found its way to the police, the drug traffickers in the city, or maybe even in the entire country would end up in jail.
After reading some parts of the file, I skipped to the other one. Mike’s name was written on the cover of it. I didn’t expect to find his file in the safe. Since he was one of the employees, I thought his file would have been with the other employee files. Remembering Abramov asked about Mike, the possibility of him being involved in the trafficking was heightened.
I opened the first page and a frown formed on my face. There was a report from an asylum.
