Interludes: Miami Part 3

Niet

Two men stood looking through the one sided mirror that overlooked the club. The tall one, was smoking a cigarette and noticed Michael walk into the bar. He looked over to the man on his left.

“You seen this one before?” he said skeptically to the man beside him. The man next to him was a short, stocky man. He resembled a slab of concrete poured vertically.

“Niet” the man said curtly. He added “Chinese tourist.”

The tall man took a long pull of his cigarette “Maybe, but somethings off, he seems a bit too interested in everything but the women.”

“Da” the stocky one replied. They noticed Michael take the blonde to the back. Both men looked at eachother almost in silent agreement. Let’s have him picked up when he leaves, make something up.

“Da” the other replied.

The two men stood in silence as Michael and Candy walked back out onto the floor. Their eyes followed Michael closely as he went and sought another lap dance. The tall one simply added. “Have him picked up we want him gone.”

The short one headed towards the back of the room and picked up a phone. His conversation was brief. He hung up the phone and walked back to the mirror. “They’ll have someone waiting for him outside.”

The tall one said nothing for a while and waited until Michael walked back onto the floor. His eyes followed Michael closely until he walked beneath them towards the exit.

“It is curious he came here so early. Find out what you can from the local PD”

“Da” The other replied.

Miami Supercop

As he had promised, Michael soon found himself being let out the back of the police station. He was given a plastic bag for his belongings and he began to make his way home. The station was a little more than a mile from his Hotel and he slowly began to make his way back. He decided to take a more circuitous route to avoid the club and it’s surroundings. Devin had promised he would keep an eye on him and provide overwatch. Michael finally landed at the Parisian and opened the door to see Michelle, buffing the floors with a wax buffer. Michael laughed out loud and she looked at him. “Do you own this place or what?”

Michelle turned off the buffer. Not saying a word she made her way over to behind the bar. She flipped a switch under the bar and purple neon lights turned on behind her. She took a glass and poured a Jameson. Michael made his way over to the bar, without saying a word, he sat down to her right. Michael had hardly put the glass down as he heard the clicking of heels coming down the stairway. He looked over and saw Beretta making her way over.

She sat next to him, nudged his shoulder with hers, and said “You did better than I expected.”

Michael looked a bit confused, “How so?”

Beretta laughed and looked at Michelle and they both smiled. Michelle poured Beretta a whiskey. She sipped and said. “You got arrested.”

Michael looked at her a bit confused, “was that part of your plan?”

Beretta looked at him “You found our supercop.”  Michael was thoroughly confused.

He took a sip of whiskey. “Beretta, I’m gonna need a little more help here.”

Beretta took down the rest of her whiskey and said flatly. “We have had our eyes on Devin for quite some time. He does the right thing, even when no one is watching. But like most men, he needed a nudge in the right direction. You were that nudge.” She continued “He is actually watching us right now. As he promised.” She pointed vaguely above her.

Michael looked straight up at the ceiling. “He’s on the roof?”

Beretta smiled. “Oh yes, and he won’t rest until we take that place down. He needed someone he can trust, sometimes that’s a perfect stranger that comes with a strong recommendation.”

Michael laughed and replied. “Damn Beretta, you are good.”

“I know.”

“Miami’s new Supercop, Devin Jara”