Trey pulled in alongside it and turned off his engine. At the door, Jody said, “Let me do the talking.” Trey nodded and they stepped inside. A few early bird drinkers sat at the bar, but Jimmy Ray was nowhere in sight. A bleached blonde in a neon blue, skintight mini dress approached them and flashed a smile. Her upper teeth were crooked, but she was pretty in a harsh way. “What’re you boys having?” Jody flashed his badge. “Jimmy Ray around?” Her eyes went cold. “In the back.” “Get him.” “He’s busy.” “That’s okay. I’ll find him myself.” Jody pushed by the blonde, Trey following. They walked into a room off the hallway marked private. Jody went through the door first, Trey on his heels. They both came to an abrupt halt. A man lay sprawled across a maroon sofa, his leather pants undone, a dark haired girl kneeling in front of him sucking his dick.
