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.But it doesn't really matter because it's none of your business, now is it?' 'What did you say your name is?' 'I didn't.' 'Then how 'bout if I just call you asshole, how would that be?' 'People 'round here call me Lucky.Can we get on with this, please?' 'Sure, we can get on with it.Just tell me what happened to Layla.' 'Sure, sure.But I thought you were here to talk about Tony, least that's what Randy said.' 'Rhonda.' 'Rhonda, right.' Bosch was losing his patience but managed to just stare at him and wait him out.'Layla, right.Well, Saturday night she got into a beef with one of the other girls.It got a little nasty and I had to make a choice.Modesty is one of my best girls, best producers.She gave me an ultimatum: either Layla goes or she goes.I had to let Layla go.Modesty, man, she sells ten, twelve splits of champagne a night to those suckers out there.I had to back her over Layla.I mean, Layla's good and she's a looker but she ain't no Modesty.Modesty's our top girl.' Bosch just nodded.So far his story jibed with the phone message Layla had left for Aliso.By drawing it out of the blond man, Bosch was getting a sense of how much he could be believed.'What was the trouble between Layla and the other girl about?' he asked.'I don't know and don't really care.Just your typical catfight.They didn't like each other since day one.See, Bosch, every club has its top girl.And here, it's Modesty.Layla was trying to move in on that and Modesty didn't want to be moved in on.But I have to say, Layla was trouble since she came here.None of the girls liked her act.She stole songs from the other girls, wouldn't stop with the pussy dust even when I told her, we just had a lot of trouble with her.I'm glad she's gone.I gotta business to run here.I can't be babysitting a bunch of spoiled cunts.' 'Pussy dust?' 'Yeah, you know, she put that sparkly stuff on her snatch, made it sparkle in the dark and twinkled in the lights.Only problem is those sparkles come off and get on the suckers.She does a lap dance on you and you end up with a crotch that glitters.Then you go home and the wife figures it out and raises holy hell.I lose customers.I can't have that shit, Bosch.If it hadn't been Modesty, it would have been something else.I got rid of Layla when I got the chance.' Bosch thought about the story for a few moments.'Okay,' he said.'Just give me her address and I'll be on my way.' 'I would but I can't.' 'Don't start that shit now.I thought we were having a conversation.Let me see your payroll records.There's got to be an address.' The man called Lucky smiled and shook his head.'Payroll? We don't pay these broads a dime.They ought to pay us.Comin' in here, it's a license to make money.' 'You must have a phone number or an address.You want your man Gussie here to go down to Metro on an assaulting-a-police-officer clip?' 'We don't have her address, Bosch, what can I tell you? Or her phone number.' He held his hands out, palms up.'I mean, I don't have addresses on any of the girls.I set a schedule and they come in and dance.They don't show, they aren't allowed back.See, it's nice and simple, streamlined, that way.It's the way we do it.And as far as the assault thing goes with Gussie, if you want to do that dance we'll do it.But remember you're the guy what came in here by hisself, never said who you were or what you wanted to nobody, had four beers in less than an hour and insulted one of the dancers before we asked you to leave.We can have affidavits to that effect in an hour.' He raised his arms again, this time in a hands-off manner as if to say it was Bosch's call.Bosch had no doubt that Yvonne and Rhonda would tell the story they were told to tell.He decided to cut his losses.He smiled glibly.'Have a good night,' he said and turned to the door.'You, too, Officer,' Lucky said to his back.'Come back when you have time and can enjoy the show.' The door opened by some unseen electronic means apparently controlled from the desk.Gussie allowed Bosch to leave first.He then followed behind as Bosch went through the main door to the valet stand.Bosch gave a Mexican man with a face like a crumpled paper lunch bag his parking stub.He and Gussie then waited in silence for the car to be brought up.'No hard feelings, right?' Gussie finally said as the car was approaching.'I didn't know you was a cop.' Bosch turned to face him.'No, you just thought I was a customer.' 'Yeah, right.And I had to do what the boss told me to do.' He put his hand out.In his peripheral vision Bosch could see his car still coming.He took Gussie's hand and in a sharp move pulled the big man toward him at the same time he raised his knee and drove it into his groin.Gussie let out an oomph and doubled over.Bosch let go of his hand and quickly jerked the tail of the man's jacket up over his head, pinning his arms in the tangle.Finally, he brought his knee up into the jacket and felt it connect solidly with Gussie's face.The big man fell forward onto the hood of a black Corvette parked near the door just as the valet jumped out of Bosch's rental car and came scrambling around to defend his boss.The man was older and smaller than Bosch.This one wouldn't even be close and Bosch wasn't interested in any innocent bystanders.He held his finger up to stop the man.'Don't,' he said.The man considered his situation while Gussie groaned through his tuxedo jacket.Finally, the valet raised his hands and stepped back, allowing Bosch a path to the car door [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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