Killer Cuts: A Dead-End Job Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Thunka. Thunka. The music was loud, fast and hard, like bedsprings rock ing. Am I thinking about bedsprings because I’m getting married, Helen wondered, or because I’m at a strip joint?King’s Sexxx was as sleazy as its name. The shabby pink stucco building was striped with rust stains. It squatted in a black, nearly empty parking lot, broiling in the late-afternoon sun like a crab cake on a griddle.The club was nearly empty at five o’clock. Helen was glad. She didn’t want anyone to see her in King’s old strip bar.Helen opened the door and blinked at the smoky darkness. She was hit by waves of pounding music.The bouncer looks like he should be wearing a prison jumpsuit, she thought.”You here for the audition?” he asked.What audition? Helen wondered. But she had to see King’s old partner, Wyllis Drifford.“Yes.” Her voice sounded small and shaky.Helen followed the stoop-shouldered bouncer down a dark hall. The walls were painted dark brown, unless that was mold.The bouncer knocked on an office door and said, “‘Nother one, boss.
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