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a roll in the hay, you've got another thing coming. I'm not
saying some of them don't do that, but it's a quick way to get blacklisted or
arrested if they meet up with an undercover vice cop. The clubs do not look
fondly on a girl if that happens.
    I picked up my phone and called a vice cop that owed me a
favor or two. Within minutes, I knew my girl was a dancer at Darlings ,
one of the more popular Vegas strip clubs. I got up from my desk, walked back
to the reception area and refilled my cup.
    Hailey was doing paperwork, but she looked up at me and gave
me a smile. "Hey sugar! Any luck with that subpoena last night?" she
asked, taking a sip from her own cup.
    "Sort of," I groaned. I eyed her as I decided what
to say. I couldn't exactly explain what really happened, could I? "I got
hooked up in some drama and ended up getting a promise from the folks to have
him call me. He was already on a plane to Jersey before I could catch up to
him."
    "Drama? You slippin' darling?" Hailey was from
Texas, and even in her 60's she could still turn on that southern belle drawl.
It didn't fool me though. She could make a truck driver blush if she wanted to.
    "Actually, no, I wound up stopping some bozo trying to
mug Milagre, if you can believe that." Sometimes it's best to just tell
the truth, even if it is a slightly altered version.
    "You're shittin me?" she sputtered, almost
dropping her cup. "I didn't hear anything about it. Did you get him?"
    "Nah, he got away. I had to check on Milagre since he'd
had been knocked to the ground. But corporate's handling it, so no press."
    "I'll be damned. He all right?"
    "Yeah, he's fine. He promised me he'd have Pontedra
call me when he got back into town."
    She shook her head and sipped her coffee. "That seems
like it'll be worth a few favors." That was Hailey; a favor was money in
the bank.
    "We'll see. Hey, you still have Alicia's number?"
    Alicia was the house mother at Darlings . A house
mother was the girls anchor. Not management, but not just an employee either.
She, or he, acted as the go-to person for all their needs; clothing, food,
personal items such as shampoo or perfume, or just someone to listen to. I had
dealt with her a few times, but I knew she was one of Hailey's regular sources.
    "Alicia DeVries at Darlings ? You bet, hold on a
minute." She reached down and opened a drawer and pulled out her rolodex.
Hailey was as computer literate as anyone, but some things would never change.
The rolodex was one of them. If you were important to her, or ever had been,
you were in there. The names in her list were priceless. She started going
through the cards. "Yeah, here you go," she replied, writing the number
down on a card and handing it to me. "What you got, or are you just going
for the show?"
    "Don't you wish," I chortled. "It's just a
locate. Rich kid's dad is sick and mom wants her to call."
    "Boring… just make sure you let her know first. You
know how she can be about her girls."
    "Yes, mom, I know. She's just like you," I
quipped.
    Hailey just gave me a good bye wave. "Go back to work,
I got things to do!" She'd acted gruff; but I could tell by her smile she
approved of my use of the word mom.
    With my evening's locate planned out, I spent the rest of
what was left of the workday running computer searches and talking to people on
the phone. The immediate cases were filed and the reports written. Those that
could be sent electronically went by email. The others went into envelopes for
the morning's mail. Invoices printed out and accompanying the reports, my
office workday was over. I looked up at my retirement clock on the wall. It was
5:30 p.m. Wow, I thought to myself, nothing weird had happened to me in a good
6 hours. That was a good sign.
    Before I left for the day I called Alicia and set up an
appointment to see her. I told her what I had and she confirmed that the girl
was working tonight. Then she told me to be there at 10:15 p.m. and to call her
when I was on my way. I hung up