61 In Plain Sight

There weren't many patrons inside the club and it made the detective wonder why the bouncer was stopping the new entries. It was all as it should be in a strip club. The patrons were drooling over the strippers clinging onto the poles. Carl was nowhere to be seen. Wade was exhausted. He decided to take a seat at the bar. The bartender was polishing a glass like he expected a genie to come out of it. He approached Wade with a welcoming gaze.

“What’s it gonna be, officer?” The bartender asked and Wade frowned. He was in his casual outfit and his badge was hidden inside his jacket. Was his grumpy face that much of a dead giveaway?

“The Zombie, please,” Wade requested. The bartender gave him a troubled look and nodded.

“Got something to forget, dear?” A seductive female voice rang out from his right. He looked in the direction of the voice and found a pretty looking stripper sitting a barstool away from him. The lady was darker in skin tone and was wearing a seductive red dress. Her hai