The Devil, The Detective, and The Dame (closed)

[deadlylaurels]

The sound of smooth jazz passed over the patrons of the popular L.A. club, The Swinger. The ladies skirts swayed to the music while their lovers hands grew more daring as the night went on. The Dorsey Brothers sang their hearts out while a few love struck gals blew them kisses sitting in their private booths. It was a normal night for the free spirited folk that drifted through L.A with enough cash in their pockets and time to spend.

Vivian Hall sat alone in her regular black and racy ensemble, swirling her finger around in her third gin and tonic. The petite woman could hold her liquor though; better at least than some of the men who dared walk up to her and introduce themselves. There was always some drugstore cowboy looking to score, and it was never too long before he set his sights on Viv.

The dusky dame tossed her head back and the rest of her drink slid down her throat with ease. She slammed the glass back down on the bar, making the man behind the mahogany counter jump with fright. Viv ignored him and licked her lips before turning back to the dancers on the floor.

Some floozy blonde was dancing around like she owned the place; bouncing her flaxen hair round so it almost hit her partner in the face. She spun on her fake Chanel black heels. The man she danced with wasn't as attractive as some in the club, but neither was he someone she would snub immediately.

Vivian watched them for a time, clicking her red nails against the bar until the barkeep finally spoke.

"You want another?", he questioned, though his face was set in the way that made it seem like he wasn't planning on pouring her anymore for the night.

Viv shook her head and her ebony tresses bounced along with her "No thanks Sammy. Any more of that and I'll end up behind a trashcan somewhere tossing up my lunch."

Sam smirked and Viv could see the empty holes were a few teeth had been knocked out. She didn't bother asking him about that, so she spun in her stool and began moving her ankle in time with the music. It was times like these she disliked being known so well around time. She liked dancing, but no guy around these parts would ask her too without having a death wish.

At least no guy with some decent sense in him.

 

[thestoryteller217]

Across the street of the club a man stepped out of a black and red car. He was a very handsome man with short hair as black as midnight, his face was as chiseled as it was rugged and his plain black and silver suit did nothing to hide his muscular body.

But his eyes were the most captivating

They were electric green and sparkled with intensity most men didn’t have. They also spoke about his character, as they seemed to go on for ages and seemed to be filled with some sort of pain. He seemed to have been through enough to last a lifetime.

And it hadn’t been a good one

He looked around for a few seconds before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigar. He lit it and took a long appreciative drag before turning and going over to his trunk. He opened it and reached into his pocket pulling out a long black wallet, he tossed it into the trunk before a police issued 1911 followed it. He stared at it for a second before shutting the trunk with out a single word.

Alexander Cross wouldn’t need it tonight.

He stepped across the street and entered the club. He paid no mind to the bouncers starring at him angrily. He stepped inside and flicked his cigar into an ash tray ignoring the jazz singers and instead searching the bar for his target.

He found her sitting at the bar nursing a drink and tapping her heels to the music, she was just as captivating in person as she was in the surveillance pictures his sergeant had supplied him with, He noticed no one around her and smiled to himself. The man knew from the police reports that any one who dared to touch the head crime lords wife mysteriously ended up in a ditch some where in the gallows. He also knew that his wife spent most of her time alone and was therefore theoretically very very lonely.

Which was where Alexander came in

It was a simple assignment but the most dangerous the police had ever played. They needed some one to seduce the women and get some kind of dirt on the crime lords. Of course no one in the police force was insane enough to take that sort of mission.

Except Alex that is

He reached the bar and sat down next to her “Gin and tonic” He said to the bar tender ignoring the warning glance the bartender shot him for sitting next to her. He took his drink and drained it in one gulp before waving his finger to signal the bar tender to fix him another one.

“Hell of a night” Alex said turning to her and flashing his most devilish grin. It was his special pick up grin and for the most part it was his most dangerous weapon. It caused many women to go weak at the knees.

He hoped it worked on a crime lords wife