Deathly Beauty

IV.

Atlanta Federal Bureau - Atlanta, GA

"Joe Anderson, Howard Killard, Josh Little, Kaleb Black, Richard Smith, and finally our most recent victim Rick Wilson." I stick all of their pictures on the board. It's time to start connecting the dots. For the first time we have a solid lead. I just can't believe it.

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"Man some birthday. That was such a fucking turn on and I wasn't even the one who got the lapdance."

"Lucky fucking bastard."

"Damn wish that was me."

"Did you see her ass?"

I haven't heard the end of it since "Beauty" left me on stage with Allen Jr. standing at attention, noticeable to everyone in the fucking club.

I can't  blame them. She definitely does live up to her name.

"Man where you goin?'" Dalvin calls after me.

"He chasin' after his Beauty" Rick taunts.

I just shrug and head to the back where the restrooms are. Man I need to take care of this problem before I get blue balls. She left me with my big guy standing and full attention. Now that is just cruel. I have to get him to go down some way or another.

I see Beauty heading down the hallway and enter what I assume the owner's office. Something doesn't seem right. Call it a sixth sense but something is off.

I gently press my ear to the wall to try to make out what's going on in the room.

Nothing.

No more than two minutes pass.. still nothing.

I hear two loud 'Bangs' about thirty from each other... although faint I know that a gun was fired.

I quickly hide myself behind the door leading into the men's restroom that is directly across the hall. I slightly crack the door open so there is a tiny slit. Just enough for me to see who is leaving the room alive.

I can feel my eyes grow wider as I see who left the room... Beauty.

Taking out my phone, I quickly send a text to Dalvin and the guys to tell them that some shit went down and to head to the back asap.

I'm definitely not about to step into that room by myself. Although I'm armed, I have no fucking clue what can be behind that door.

"Wassup Al?" Rick asks skeptically as they approach me.

"Why we outside the owner's door?"  Dal asks slightly curious.

"I heard two gunshots sound then get this..." I pause trying to make sense of what I saw. "That exotic pole dancer left the room right after."

I leave out how she looked when she left. She looked as if she was satisfied, she just had this real smug look to her. It lowkey creeped me out.

Shaking my thoughts away, I look back at my men "We go in on the count of three." We all take out our guns, a fed always has a gun on his person. You never know what kind of trouble you might run into even when your off of work. To be honest a federal agent is always on the clock.

"Three." Dalvin kicks down the door. Rick, Lawrence, and Dalvin enter after I do with guns pointed every which way.

"Oh hell..." Rick looks like he's going to be sick.