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could hear a pin drop as the line grew temporary silent, raising several red flags to the detective. “Well if I hear anything pertaining to Ms. Daniels, I’ll be in touch.”
    â€œYeah, all right.”
    As Detective Malloy ended the conversation, he had a huge smile on his face foreseeing something big coming out of this case was in the near horizon, maybe a possible promotion. The rest of the day he’d eagerly devote to contacting Deacon’s grandmother for additional information concerning her grandson’s disappearance, running Nicole Daniels’s name through the system for a background check, and then he and his partner Kendrick would take a special trip down to Alley Cats.
    But Royce was left not smiling. Hearing O.T.’s name mentioned in connection with Nicole’s untimely vanishing had him heated. Easing back in his favorite La-Z-Boy recliner, he thought about the words Marco put in his ear when he got back from filing the report the night before. The long list of things Marco repeated that had come directly out of O.T.’s mouth made Royce’s blood pressure rise. He cracked his old knuckles going over and over them in his mind: Royce’s days of being a boss were numbered; going to the police was a ho-ass move; he always wanted Nicole for himself; and if Marco wanted to jump ship and work for him the door was always open; plus a few other things Marco fabricated and threw in to make the shit sound better.
    Royce was glad and felt secure in his position knowing he had such trustworthy people on his team like Marco that would pull his coattail to disloyalty. Hell, to make his lies seem even more official Marco even showed Royce O.T.’s personal cell phone number locked in his phone that he claimed was given to him to use when he was ready to make that move against his boss. Royce didn’t want to believe it at first, but O.T. had been acting strange. And add that with the police saying his name, it became crystal clear.
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    Business As Usual . . .
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    Tuesday evening came and it was back to business as usual. It was now two hours before Alley Cats was due to reopen and things were hectic, which was typical. Storm, who hadn’t been actively showing interest in the club, made the wise decision to come back. After all, he was the owner. Needless to say, he had to keep an eye on Kenya who was acting irrational. Although he didn’t blame her one bit. She did commit murder and now had to contend with London having his baby.
    Kenya and Storm decided, by her hand, to come in separate cars. Avoiding the kitchen area Kenya stayed busy signing for liquor deliveries and checking the schedule to see what dancers would be coming in when Storm entered from the rear doorway.
    â€œHey.”
    â€œWhatever.” Kenya brushed passed him not even looking up.
    â€œIt’s gonna be a long night. Now regardless of our personal shit that can be dealt with, we need to show everybody here that ain’t nothing strange going on.”
    â€œAll right, Storm. I’ll try.” She fixed herself a strong drink then disappeared in the girls’ dressing room glass in hand.
    â€œGood, that’s all I’m asking!” he yelled out to her.
    Boz and the rest of the security crew made their way in and got their detail assignments for the night. It had been months since they’d last seen Storm and were all glad to see him back. Twisting the caps off a few beers, taking them to the head, Storm and Boz sat in the corner booth discussing certain changes that needed to take place. Knowing that Boz was the last one to leave the club before Kenya killed Chocolate Bunny, Storm had to cover his bases.
    â€œDig this.” Storm rubbed his hands together. “Me and you go way back and you always held me down.”
    â€œNo question, dude,” Boz affirmed.
    â€œWell, I need you to do me a solid.”
    â€œName it.”
    â€œWell when you left