Chapter 17: Rosie Bar

 "You guys might not like my concept but my confess may help you" Robert caresses his neck to calm his uncertainty about this plan of his. We nodded once.

    The apprehension keeps tightening its weight between us as the night stays a while.

The man who concealed himself as a defense of the apartment and like Robert earlier as well as himself did not dare to speak.

Robert rubbed his brims and then smacked them as he ease himself.

    "Roland is the guy who can help, he hides his ass under the Rosie Bar on Westbrooke Avenue of District ten" Robert added after he try to loosen up Marina's beliefs before he speaks.

    "Rosie Bar is a sex, bar, and drug club, am I right?" Marina questioned after she lift a curiosity. He bounced his chin.

    "Isn't that illegal?" I inquired. She bounced her facade once. 

     The guard avoids his eyes contacting our gaze but I can tell he's pretty f*cked up nervous.

Our atmosphere made the hoax suffocate from anxiousness and sweat. 

    "We can go there tomorrow, latch this guy in the cell after we visit this club, and better make sure you don't use our nose as your bait, Robert," I said deeply. He nodded once again.

    Marina throws the hoax right inside the cell and then watches him starve and pleads for empathy.

She walked to the desk where she will command him to take the report to the chief before we signed out.

I didn't know him so I waited outside for her. She told me there was no such cab existed in front of WPD.

That is terrific. So I need her to invite me in her car especially when I want to operate with her or just to take off home.

    "Hey Marina, will you take me home I promise I'll buy my own, one day" 

    "Be grateful that I'm yet still kind"

    "Yes, Ma'am" I nodded and she rolled her eyes before seating in.

    My ear vibrates, someone was calling as the red light within my head pops at the west and I accept the call.

It was my boss. Marina sprints the wheel ahead of the street. We past many hazy lights in front and from side to side. 

    CapWolf: Good evening Jonathan, I would like to hear your report.

"Yes Sir" I replied. He always waited for me to answer back even though I consume more time than him.

"Robert Pahlm was here, he is involved in my investigation, and this peculiar man you've always liked infrequently might be part of the case where I am currently working on in the first task you gave me," I said but he didn't tell a word - he wanted more.

"I caught him running away from the interrogation so I met him in district twenty I believe," I added.

"He speak and gave us a location of a trading house filled with drugs and such illegal items that were kept inside. We uncover the place where the alibi stitch up the victim but he was dead as a rat as well as his wife and now I'm here proceeding with my analysis" I added once more. He ended the call without saying a word.

    "You talking with?" She turned to the side where I was seating.

    "My friend" I replied. She gazes back at the windshield.

She doesn't care as long as I'm not spreading information about our investigation on the toast.

    She dropped me at Greenflich within a minute because it was just behind it but it took three blocks to pass by.

So it means, WPD is truly secured with trees and concrete beneath. I booted out and off she goes without saying farewell.

I went to the entrance, some lights are faded and some are not. The same thing happened at the start I came.

The same routine I did before I move here is just straightforward to bed and overthink often.

    My alarm screams and then I stretch out my mind to focus.

Drink coffee, wash my torso to limbs, straighten my clothes before I wear them and walk out to stride to WPD.

Time runs so fast than a player in a marathon. The sun rises to the east, peaking on the horizon of the building and the crowds began to rumble on the streets.

The noise of the cityscape never calms my mind but it is pretty to see the true colors of each of the buildings I passed by. 

    "Good morning, Detective you're early" I welcomed before I step inside. She didn't greet me for once.

    "We go out before nine in the morning, I hope he's waiting for us," She said while she glued her eyes on Roland. 

    "How did you get a film about him?" I asked and sat in front of the desk where she pounds.

    "He got a record here for being a sex offender and was freed before" She explained while she did her thing again.

    "How?" 

    "He was bailed after three years"

    We decided to visit Robert in the cell. He was hunkered down near the seat.

Draining his thoughts from pressure and misery - I can notice.

Why does he look like that? Ever since I met him, he hides his sentiments beneath those smiles and now I can witness the true veneer.

    "How are you doing?" I greeted after I knock my knuckles against the bar.

    "Doing fine" He greeted back.

    "We want to ask some questions about Ronald, is he involved?" Marina asked.

    "It was my suggest not accusing or pertained to" Robert answers back with his head low straight to the floor.

    "How did Roland become a member there?" She added more inquiries as she strive her best to make eye contact.

    "He was a ex-military and got kicked out for being drunk. He suffered from misery as a sober and raped someone much younger than him. I don't have a clue why but I know he's good at fetching data from the net illegally, that is why he got in and I don't have information on how he got bailed" Robert tells a story within a minute. That is enough to complete the entire queries we gather before we visit him.

    "Thank you for your cooperation, Robert" Marina fled and I followed her steps.

    We ride to district ten to visit Rosie Bar after four hours of waiting.

I trace the districts that are involved in my case as well as the task that my master delivered for me.

I barely reached the suspect to solve Cross's problem.

If the suspect is part of the other gangs that we used to crusade with for denying offers and attempts to take over our family from the west white sea trading post - it'll be slightly difficult to produce a gap in the case.

Nowadays, gangs wear masks to portray their reputation and wear them to indicate how rebellious they are to gain fame and fortune.

We dropped ourselves out after searching for a spot to rest the vehicle.

    The bar contains lots of pinky rose neon lights on every corner.

A big billboard aside of a woman drinking wine with a red bikini as she set herself down was written "Enjoy life". The inside of the bar was a bit dark but bright on the outside. 

    Marina showed her identity to the bouncer and let us step inside as he moved aside from the entrance.

The led lights of hazy booze made us soaked to drink liquor and dance in the middle of a dance room.

Some areas are opaque, two corridors with doors beside them, and the red lights near the counter were flickering slowly with their faded rose hue.

We asked the bartender where we can access to see Ronald after we showed our ID. 

    The man wears a long sleeve and a black apron.

A clean cut and a diamond scar on his temple but he was not fierce as anyone we met with scars and scrapes.

"He is at the bottom of that room at the end of the second corridor" he pointed out with a calm. We are truly glad that we bumped into a decent fellow.

    We passed strippers in the tube that filled with water like a mermaid that has been taken hold of by a mob of corsairs.

Some women are stripped naked at the side of the corridor and there's a room filled with tents where some broken crackheads smoke pots and sniff white sand.

The lights there were pitch crimson, smokes traveling back and forth and those people gathered in each tent seemed to enjoy their day.

Marina didn't give a f*ck about it.