Chapter 4

“We know the game. The whores will be welcoming us back I’m sure of that. What else they got to look forward to,” said Wesley.

“We don’t even know if they are all still in the business, or better, who among them are still in the business,” said Eric.

“Hmm, we’ll find out soon enough. I’m especially interested in Scott. She was eighteen when we went to L.A. She’s still young enough to attract the big money. Hell, she probably still has some of her old customers on the hook,” he said.

“Hmm, maybe,” said Eric. “She might have moved on. She said she was quitting last we saw of her.”

“Yeah, like she was about to work for minimum when she could do a hundred a night clear and have herself her own place,” he said. “And that for just a few hours work each night.”

“Like I said, maybe,” said Eric.

“Forget about it. Your job is just to contact the girls and get them interested in reupping, okay?” said Wesley.

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” said Eric.

Randall Cutler was grinding the glassware, and the shine on the collection of glasses in front of him was evidence of his success in that endeavor. He noted the raised beer glass down the bar from where he was standing, raised it was, in the universal signal for needed service. He put down his towel and headed toward the well-dressed club member’s location.

“Mister Hanson, need another one,” he said.

“Yes, Randall my man that would be a very big affirmative,” said Carlton Hanson. The bartender turned to fulfill the request.

Returning he placed the glass in front of the customer and smiled.

“Randall, how’s business here these days. I mean since the restaurant part is now open to the general public?” said Carlton.

“Hmm, a bit better, I would say. I work days, and most of the increase is at night; you know, when people get off work, but even there ... the prices,” he said. The customer smiled.

“Yes, I can imagine,” said Carlton. “I was just curious. Haven’t seen too many ladies in here when I come in after a round.” The man nodded toward the golf course visible through the large plate glass windows.

“No, mostly guys and members only of course play the links,” said Randall.

“Hmm,” said Carlton. Randall wandered back down the bar to his station.

“Mister Hanson have any stock market tips?” said Nora, coming up to her workmate.

“He never talks business in here, Nora. You know that,” said Randall.

“Yeah, I wish he’d talk to me,” she said. “Hell, I’m good looking and single and everything.”

“Yeah, and everything,” he said, and snorted. “But really Nora, what’s he got that I haven’t got?”

“You mean besides a few billion dollars?” said Nora, and now she snorted.

“Money ain’t everything,” he said.

“No, but it sure is a lot of things,” she said. Walking off, he just shook his head.

She was truly worn out as she came up to the counter and checked out for the day.

“You were busy today,” said Anna.

“Yes, but so were you,” said Lea. Done with her paperwork, she grabbed her coat and made to leave.

There was a man, a man she knew, leaning against her ten-year-old Fairlane. A man she knew and didn’t like!

“Wanna make some serious money?” said Wesley Parker.

“Mister Parker, I thought you were dead. Get away from here before I call the cops,” said Lea.

“Now is that any way to greet an old friend,” he said.

“You are not now, nor were you ever, a friend of mine. Like I say get away from me and do it now or else,” she said.

The man extended his hand toward her. “Here are the keys to your new apartment,” he said. “I mean I know you’d rather have your own place than be shacking up at your mom’s place.”

“I have my own place now and a good man who lives with me. I don’t need you. I don’t want you. And I sure as hell don’t love you. And, Mister you don’t want to be messing with me, not anymore,” she said.