Mastim's Curse

Chapter 27

 As soon as the police let us leave the coliseum, I drop Jaidee off at the house and go to the sex club to ask about the man with long red hair. If I'm lucky, those Latino girls he was talking to will be there. There's a good chance they work the club most weekends.

It's after midnight by the time I arrive at the club, and there's even more people here than last time. Tonight, however, the smoky room's sexual tension has no effect on me. It's all I can do to keep my rage and concern bottled up. I want to tear the place apart until I get some answers, but that's not the smart way to play this. It's time to play it cool and not alarm anyone. If that doesn't work, then the black rage burring inside me can have its way. You never know, the violence I would unleash on this place might speed up the police investigation by getting them here faster.

Right away, I see one of the girls at her usual spot at the bar nursing a drink. With a forced smile on my face, I stroll casually up to the bar next to the young lady and pretend to be admiring her figure. Her black leather outfit shows plenty of cleave but also signs of millage, as do her tired brown eyes, a shame for someone so young.

"Hi, how are you doing tonight?" I ask.

"I'm wonderful," she says with the slurred speech of someone that's had a few too many.

My smile widens. "Yes, you are. Even better looking than my friend said."

She smiles back. "Thanks. Do I know your friend?"

"According to him you do-- tall guy with long red hair. He said if I was lonely I should come to the club and look for the beautiful Mexican girl at the bar with the wavy, blond hair.

"Mexican? Pufff... Jack's such an asshole. That jerk knows I'm from Honduras."

"I'm sorry." Dammit, I'd never make it as a spy. But, at least now I have the guy's first name. The police wouldn't even share that much information with me, said it was police business

"Don't sweat it. He always calls me Mexican, just to piss me off." She holds out her hand which I take. "I'm Cindy."

"I'm Tony. Jack said he'd be busy this weekend so he couldn't be here to introduce me properly."

She nods. "Yeah. He told me he was going to Mexico. Which, once again, I am not from."

I smile. "Right... Because you're obviously a beautiful Honduran."

"You be your ass I am." She giggles and leans into me suggestively.

I touch her shoulder gently. "If he was smart, he would've taken you with him. Where in Mexico is he going anyway?"

"He's going to be gone a few weeks on vacation to some resort. A lot of the guys are going, even the boss, Mr. Krieger."

Bingo! I bet Krieger is the main man. "That sounds fun. Which resort?"

"It was... Let me think." She looks at the ceiling as if it knows. "He complained because the airport only took small planes... Guachochi, that's where the airport is... but he said the resort is up in the mountains. My friend Mary went with some of the other guys, but the bitch is ignoring my texts. I'd have gone too... well..." She lowers her voice. "There's something not right going on..." She looks around nervously and then shakes her head. "Never mind.... Anyway I stayed here."

"I'm glad you did." Guachochi... I've raced a few times in Mexico, but I don't know that town.

She leans close so one of her breasts is pressing against my arm. "I charge by the act not by the hour, so what did you have in mind?"

The softness of her breast feels nice on my skin. I do need to milk this girl for all the information I can get, but I'd never be able to look Jaidee in the eye if I had sex with a prostitute. "Mind if I have a drink first, I just got here."

"Sure, that's fine." She looks me over. "This place is BYOB, you know?"

"Crap, I forgot my bourbon at home," I say.

"No biggie, you can have some of my rum."

She goes behind the bar and takes a takes a bottle of rum from under the counter. When she returns, we small-talk, while I nurse my drink. After a bit, I realize I'm not getting any more useful information out of her and start to get impatient. I have enough to work with. It's time to go. "Crap, got a message from the wife," I say. "She wants to know where I am. I better get home quick."

She reaches her hand to my crouch. "If you want... I can do you real fast before you go. Half price."

I take a step back before that part of my body reacts to her touch. "Thanks, but I like to do it right or not at all. I'll come back next week and we can party then."

She frowns. "Ok. You better, or I'll tell Jack to get better friends."

"Thanks for the drink, and the company." I give her a twenty and leave.

On the way home, I call Jaidee and ask her to start looking for my passport.