Good.
Mo nodded.
“Postmark gives us nothing,” Hawk carried on.“Doing ananalysis on printer, toner, paper, envelope, stamp.Stamp was self-adhesive, sono DNA, also no print, which does not bode well.Could be some on the flap.Took prints off the letter.Got one of our friends at DPD to run ’em.”
Lottie hadn’t touched the actual letter, just a copy.
The actual letter would have his, Hawk’s, Smithie’s andmaybe the perp’s prints on it.
Mo hoped like hell if it did, the guy was in the system sothis could all be over and quick for Lottie, but also for him.
“Jorge and I had a sit down with all the bouncers andbartenders on tonight.Tomorrow, we’ll hit any who were off tonight.And thedancers,” Hawk continued.“Askin’ if anyone’s seen someone that gives off a badvibe, a regular that creeps them out, anyone who’s said something that’s off.”
“Know the drill, Hawk,” Mo reminded him.But he asked,“Anyone give you anything?”
“It’s a strip club.Every second asshole out there gives offa bad vibe, creeps someone out or says something that’s off.”
Great.
“We’ll get him and we’ll get him quick, Mo,” Hawk assuredhim.
Mo nodded again.
The music ended, the crowd went wild, and without an orderfrom Hawk, or a word to him, Mo pivoted fully and strode swiftly down the hall.
He met Lottie coming off the stage, shrugging on a robe.
She barely glanced at him before she rushed across the hallto the dancers’ dressing room.
“Man coming in!”she called as she pushed through the door.
He hesitated a beat, two, but that was all he gave it forthe girls to get situated before he followed her.
He was fighting a sea of strippers heading the other way ashe walked in.
“Got it covered, Mo,” he heard Hawk call.
Mo glanced over his shoulder, lifted his chin at his boss,then looked away before the door closed him in on Lottie.
He’d been in there earlier as she got ready, sitting infront of one of those mirrors with the lights all around that you see inmovies, makeup and hair shit scattered all over the shallow counter in front ofit.She’d gotten dressed behind a screen, something that had surprised him,considering what she did for a living, but after watching her act the firsttime, he was grateful for it.
The other dancers had clearly been warned about his presencebefore they’d showed.
Some of them did the behind-the-screen thing, some of themdid their thing right out in the open.
He didn’t watch.He wasn’t there for material to have a yanklater.
But he was beginning to understand the difference betweenlife and performance.
This was their space, and for some of them, they needed itsafe.
Out there, it was a job for bills only.
Other than that, Mo hadn’t bothered to take much else inbecause he didn’t give a shit what a stripper’s dressing room looked like.
He didn’t take anything in then because Lottie was on him.
He automatically flexed his body solid when she put herlittle hands into his chest and shoved with all her might.
