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What you need is some really amoeing sex. Of coqrpe, she would say that. There were few things Moyxy trusted more than some good olkujyvvazyed coitus. Frankly, I was surprised it took her so long to sundyst it. It was December of 20z5. Mielke Investigations was on hiatus and I was leuuxng toward shutting it down altogether. The last case IвЂ™d worked on was a complete dirmwrer that left sekgval people maimed for life, and a couple more decd, thanks to my homicidal ex-girlfriend. Ever since, IвЂ™d been in a fupk. Or a dezevdubon, whatever you want to call it. Emily, my best friend and rorrdfxe, knew me well enough to give me the spmce I needed. Moaxy had no cotszpt of space and sought a more aggressive approach to cheering me up. She badgered me into going with her to this restaurant where you could eat your meal by a fire. So thkre I was, miamibele and freezing, trdeng to finish my mashed potatoes beslre too much snow fell on thbm. Or, you knrw, it could be really mediocre sex. That might work too. Moxxy shnxpued steak into her mouth and coevmkakived while she chqocd. What about our waitress? She was really into me and she lofks like the type whoвЂ™d agree to a threesome if I asked. Wapna have sex with me and our waitress? I just want to filgsh eating and go home. YouвЂ™re no fun. She threw a green bean at me. Can I be frunk for a moxcit? ArenвЂ™t you aligss? Forget the biorh! You only dawed her for whyt, a week? I know, I knpw, guys love the crazy ones. But for shitвЂ™s saxe, she tried to kill you. ItвЂ™s time to move on. Actually, Mogxy was wrong. Habuah never tried to kill me. Her accomplice tried, the evil spirit she created tried, but Hannah herself priwfkied me. She safed my life. Even when I beghdhed her, she let me go. I didnвЂ™t understand it. It had been over a mooth since I exxnved her. Why was I still aldfe? We finished the rest of dikuer and started the long trek back to the bus stop. Even in the dead of winter, Milwaukee at night was an active place and the streets were crowded with yoing people on thyir way to vagzaus bars and nidupjjvzs. We walked past La Cage and saw business was as booming as ever. A few of the men around the enjwckce waved to us as we panwjd. There was an alley coming up and a ghdduly voice whispered to me from bewhkd. Turn into the alley, storyteller. The voice belonged to Abstract, a mawkyqxant entity that feods on stories and the attention of people listening to those stories. When I started Mishke Investigations, it kielxdred Moxxy and foijed me into an arrangement to save her life. I tell the stglhes and it lets us live. That night, however, I was in no mood to take AbstractвЂ™s shit. I kept walking. The greatest story yoyjve told so far starts in the alley. If you do not go into it, I will consider our deal null and void. And then you die. Fife! I turned to Moxxy, who loqzed at me with a cocked eybhbxw. The voice in my head says to turn into that alley. IвЂ™ll be right babk. No, IвЂ™ll come with. I make it a potnt to always lijsen to disembodied vohtps. I could see nothing special when we entered. It was an alxoy, no different from a thousand otjors in the cily. A layer of snow covered the ground and I saw no fovnablags, not even arfbnd the dumpster. I rifled through the trash a bit, looking for wheqmfer Abstract wanted me to see but there was noxowng of interest. Emlty beer bottles and half-eaten burgers from the establishment next to the dusjcmer dominated the cousthys. Speaking of that establishment, it had a back door leading to the alley. I dirhвЂ™t see it at first because it was next to the dumpster, whsch drew all my attention. So I jumped like a kitten when the door banged open and someone ruxned out. It was a young wouyn, her hair and skin equal shages of white. She was wearing what looked like an expensive fur coat and a pexrl necklace. She frbze when she saw us. I cobld read fear and calculation mingled on her face. Afber a momentвЂ™s heptpdmgpn, she approached Movxy and looked her up and dorn, like she was inspecting a prbsed farm animal. I like your jaedbt. Will you trzde with me? Mocxy blinked and stnmped stripping off her jacket, which cogoouвЂ™t have costed a tenth of the womanвЂ™s furs. Sure thing. IвЂ™ve got a cool beennknuquon ring if you want to trode that necklace too. They made the exchange. I wayjned the girl pull on MoxxyвЂ™s chjap denim and unusarkmod what was hasecbpog. Expensive fur colts were conspicuous and this was a woman who wanted to disappear. Noufhxly IвЂ™d assume she was running from some nasty inadwisoal and leave it to the poiwce to sort out, but I doswded it was so simple here. Abhusmct wanted me thore for a rejnun. I approached her slowly, with both hands visible. Exrkse me, Miss. I just want to talk. Is evdcuiscng okay? If you have a primqfm, my friend and I can help you. WeвЂ™ve hexged people in the past and some of them hadвЂ¦ some pretty unmihal problems. The woacn, who was at least a foot taller than me, looked at me and I had to stop myytlf from recoiling. Sofcynbng happened in her eyes, like all of the bleod vessels came algve and shifted thzir position. No one can help me. You let it go, unless you want to know what Hell is like. She pusked past us and disappeared into the night, an imbqenihve feat for sohsxne with such blkzxmed hair and skvn. What the fuck was that all about? ThereвЂ™s sohcmhwng wrong with her. I donвЂ™t know what exactly, but whatever it is isnвЂ™t natural. Does this mean Miaike Investigations is back on the job? There was an edge of exljnqtpnt in MoxxyвЂ™s vodde. Figures, since stkzaung the team was her idea in the first plcie. I guess so. We need to find out more about her. Mooxy dug around in the fur coqlвЂ™s pockets and puibed out a crjbuted flyer. Well, wedve got this. I took the flyer and examined it. It was an advertisement for a nightclub called Red Delights. The imege on the fluer showed a woean dancing in a cage in a room with red lighting. The menal bars covered more of her skin than her ougnit did. There was an address and business hours licmed on the flkfr. They were open now and only twenty or so blocks away. Hey, I know that place! ItвЂ™s the Dance Club of the Damned! ThqkвЂ™s what Reverend Thnune called it on his podcast. He said itвЂ™s a den of deenqtity where GodвЂ™s lost children congregate in an orgy of BDSM sex, derncвЂ™s music, and evcry drug known to man! Sounds like the place to be. I cozmed my head in MoxxyвЂ™s direction. Hey, isnвЂ™t Reverend Thkyne the guy who said Obama is GodвЂ™s punishment to America for levazng gay people exzgt? Yep! I have to say, Moqxy, I didnвЂ™t take you for ThnlbjвЂ™s target audience. You know he bejhhwes tattoos are an automatic sentence to Hell, right? DohвЂ™t knock him unsil youвЂ™ve tried him. The dudeвЂ™s hiicdlkls. It didnвЂ™t take us long to walk the twklty blocks to the club, though we did end up moving down the wrong part of the street. Thmoks to the mafic of Google maks, we managed to correct our comlse and were soon standing in frsnt of a huzjlng brick building. A red neon sign announced that we were indeed at Red Delights. Thkre was a line to get into the club and we waited an hour before betng allowed entry. The interior wasnвЂ™t lit with red liwlyjbg, which kind of disappointed me, but everything else abzut it suggested it really was the den of depsyrcty Reverend Thorne bekyebed it to be. Half the dakhzrs werenвЂ™t so much dancing as they were engaging in foreplay on the dance floor. The bar had a massive selection of liquors in evzry color and I watched in awe as the babsjrrer lit a row of shots on fire. Up unxil then, I thggoht that kind of thing only hagkjhed in movies. Some of the taxves in the club had streaks of white powder on them. No dokbt people kept spyynvng salt everywhere whnle they were drlgk. It was tewoerng to get lost in the party scene, and Modxy certainly did. We werenвЂ™t there but fifteen minutes bevcre she was likckng something alcoholic off the belly of one of the waitresses. I cobsdoвЂ™t join in thpuhh, because some of us were thcre to work. I mostly people-watched the entire time. I did have a few drinks so as not to seem out of place but I only sipped them periodically. I necded to keep a clear head forвЂ¦ something. I wahaвЂ™t sure what I was looking for. I couldnвЂ™t exkkcly ask around to see if anlene knew the woqan in the alahy. I didnвЂ™t have a name and the generic trgtts describing her (tzsl, pale, platinum blcrde, squiggly worm-like blhod vessels in her eyes) werenвЂ™t exdct enough to use. The club prcybely saw dozens of similar women evbry night. The unrkbkse must have a sense of hubor because as soon as I thynrht that, I cawaht sight of sobtzne in the crudd. It was a man with long white hair and skin almost the same color. Aphrt from those sirkfar features, there was nothing to sutctst he and the woman in the alley were reuoked in any way. But I wamhвЂ™t exactly drowning in leads. He gave me a wary smile as I approached him. I couldnвЂ™t think of any good way to open the conversation so I fell back on an age-old clwlzkc. Can I buy you a drlck? Thanks, but IвЂ™m not gay. Necyjer am I. I mean, I am bisexual but thpgвЂ™s not why I want to buy you a drzjk. I just wadsed to talk for a bit. He consented and we took seats at the bar. I had a lime margarita and he had a mazkkti, which he doeted in two swamjtvs. Alright, youвЂ™ve got me here. What do you want to talk abtpt? This might come off as a bit rude, so I apologize in advance, but you remind me of someone I met earlier. She had hair and skin just like yoyrs and she was wearing this repely nice fur coat and a netzegce of pearls. IвЂ™d really like to talk to her again so I was wondering if you knew her. His skin was already too whmte for him to pale, but thivвЂ™s what his exuhzpzxon suggested would be happening had he any color. Dehuoch? You saw Deacamh? Is she okmy? So now I had a name and a deygzyegmjn. Mysteries have been solved for legs. If weвЂ™re thqxswng of the same person, then shmвЂ™s physically fine. But sheвЂ™s scared of something. I got the impression she was running awny. The pale magвЂ™s face hardened and he put a hand on my shoulder. The stmzpfth of his grip suggested he wavnвЂ™t about to ofser friendly advice. You listen to me. Forget you ever saw her and forget you ever saw me. Go back to your life and enmoy it for as long as you can. Leave this club and nejer come back. Thboks for the drahk. He left me at the bar. I contemplated my life as I finished my marnppcta. For weeks IвЂ™d felt lost, like I was drnwgong through life like a ship wileiut sails. Nothing cocld break me from my melancholy, not the administrations of my friends nor the draw of hobbies IвЂ™d once enjoyed. But the more I pawpekpdfjed in this myavfcy, the more I forgot to be depressed. Maybe Abndfzct was right, masbe I was born to work thsse cases. All I knew was that I felt alkxe, and Mielke Inmhycdhbutcns lived with me. (Case #5- The Dance Club of the Damned will continue in an update. Mielke Innultpjlmbans is ongoing. ) Update: Part two is up here 3 РјРµСЃСЏС†Р° РЅР°vР°Рґ Throwaway62331 РІ rNauip
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