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Roger Talbot's life is defined by his devotion to public service. Having just successfully prosecuted a brutal murder case, Roger turns his attention to discovering the shady dealings of Niles Parker -- the town's former mayor, Roger's old boss and the father of the woman Roger almost married.
Pennye Carrington ran away from Port Delamar with plans never to return. However, learning that her brother had murdered a family member of a famous movie star changed those plans. Pennye comes back with the hope of bringing stability to a family in disarray, but facing the torment of her childhood may be more than she can handle.
Roger's mission to bring down Niles Parker and Pennye's desire to keep her brothers out of trouble create a middle ground, where two people who couldn't be further apart, embark on a danger-filled journey of discovery to find themselves and each other.
From The Good Fight
Pennye stared at
the lights of Port Delamar that shown up ahead, and pondered what Roger had
told her during the drive. He had reason to believe there was an illegal casino
operating in town -- though he wouldn't say what those reasons were -- and the
former mayor, Niles Parker, and that nice man from the restaurant, Lou Santoro,
had met at this alleged casino during closing hours.
"That's
all?"
He
nodded.
"It
doesn't sound like much."
"It
isn't?"
"Why
are we going there?"
He
squeezed her hand. "Our first night by the bay, you said that you noticed
things that others missed because of your background."
"Yeah?"
He
looked over and smiled. "I need a fresh set of eyes. Someone without
prejudice toward Niles Parker, and who's also wise about the sort of people who
go to these places."
Pennye
shook her head. "I'm not wise about casinos." Gambling may very well
have been the one sin she didn't have experience with.
"That's
not what I'm referring to. The two tips that raised suspicion both involved
heavy drinking. It may be that this establishment is only a bar, and my hope is
if that's the case you'll recognize it, and I can rein in my imagination."
Roger glanced at her again, his lips pressed together in worry. "I hope I
haven't offended you by asking that you do this."
Had
he? She'd blurted that her father was a drunk earlier in the night. Roger's
reasons made sense.
She
wasn't really sure how much help she'd be though. Her father usually drank in
some dark, rat-infested hole-of-a-business. Hal's place was all right, but Pa
only went there because of Lonny, and because he'd worn out his welcome at all
of the rat-infested holes-of-businesses.
She'd
spent a little time at bars before she ran away -- and after. There at the
last, she'd had to claim Bo from one on a near-nightly basis.
Pennye
shrugged. "I can have a look."
"It's
up here on the left," Roger said. "I'll slow down and then make the
block to drive around again. I just need to know if the customers look...
normal. You have a knack for picking out people who don't belong."
Pennye
tucked her chin, and Roger laughed.
"There.
Enrique's." He pointed to the sign.
Pennye
ducked her head to look out the window. The curvy silhouette of a busty woman,
showing lots of cleavage while serving drinks, was outlined in pink neon
lights. Green lights were used to outline the backs of the heads of three
gentlemen customers, and puffs of smoke from their cigars were traced in white.
"Gentlemen's
Club," she read aloud.
"Please
don't think I'm suggesting you've been to such places. I'm not. I just want to
know your opinion on what you see."
Pennye
shrugged. She'd pulled Bo out of a few of these places, too, so she had some
experience.
Roger
slowed the car, and they made their first pass. A couple stood by the front
entrance. The woman wore a shimmery, red satin dress -- form-fitting and
classy. The man was dressed in a suit. A second couple rounded the corner of
the building, waved at the first couple, and then walked toward them. They
appeared to be out on dates, which seemed odd since this was a gentlemen's
club. Pennye sat up tall, and squinted to grab a glimpse through the narrow
entrance into the parking lot behind the club. Sure were a lot of cars.
"Turn
around and come back the other direction, so I can see out my window."
Roger
pulled into a gas station and turned the car around. He slowed again, not so
much as to be obvious, but enough so she could get a longer look.
Another
man and woman rounded the corner to the front entrance. This woman wore a
halter-style dress, in either black or dark blue. Her hair was upswept in a neatly
twisted coif -- not an ideal choice for a working girl, if that's what she was.
Difficult to maintain throughout the night.
If
the women Pennye had seen were all hookers, they already had johns, so
shouldn't they be headed for the motel and not into the club? Unless they were
going back inside to find new clients, and the men with them weren't johns, but
security, there to escort them back.
None were very intimidating, but looks could be deceiving.
She
wished Lonny was here to ask. He never went into much detail about his job in
security and all that it entailed, but little things he said made her
suspicious. Not that she cared. He was right about doing what it took to
survive, and he was out of all of that now anyway.
"A
lot of women around for a gentleman's club," Pennye said.
"My
thoughts, too." Roger raised his brow. "Prostitutes?"
"If
so, they're not the cheap kind." Pennye had seen enough of them to know
the difference. Pa had a few favorites he brought home to spend the night on
occasion. Like Jess, who was actually really nice, but in her black slip and
stockings with holes, she didn't look at all like these ladies at the club.
They were dressed for a fun night out -- like a party. Pennye looked down at
her own dress. She was a tad overdone compared to the girls walking into the
club, but she was dressed for a night out, too.
She
grabbed Roger's arm. "Make the block and come around the back." This
was getting exciting.
The
building obstructed her view until they turned the corner and came up the other
side. A row of oleanders shaded the area, and did a pretty good job. She could
barely see between them.
"Stop."
Pennye looked behind them. "Back up and pull off into the grass."
"Why?"
Roger's brow furrowed.
"You
want my opinion, right?"
"Yes,
but you're not going in there."
Pennye
opened the car door.
"Pennye."
"It's
okay. I know what I'm doing."
"But--"
"I'll
be right back." She stepped out and tiptoed to the oleanders.
"Pennye!"
Roger called. He'd gotten out of the car and was walking toward her.
She
reached in, parted the oleanders and stepped through, pausing to pull the rest
of her dress along with her. Not the best fashion choice for squeezing between
green, leafy things. She heard a couple of snags pop and cringed. Oh well, she
probably wouldn’t have another occasion to wear it anyway.
"Pennye,"
Roger said through what sounded like gritted teeth from the other side of the
oleander.
"Go
back to the car," Pennye whispered. "You can't be seen here."
"I'm
not letting--"
She
started her stroll across the parking lot. Pausing to pick a leaf from her
skirt, and quickly checked her hair for more. She smiled at a couple as they
walked past her. They smiled back and continued in conversation, mixed with
casual laughter. Pennye glanced over her shoulder. The woman wore a red satin
dress, and Pennye was fairly certain she was the same woman she'd seen go
inside the club ten minutes earlier. While the man fumbled with a key to unlock
the door, the woman sat on the lid of a black trash can next to the motel room
door, took off her shoe and shook it, before putting it back on.
Pennye
tried to take herself out of the situation. If Roger hadn't told her something
illegal might be going on here, would that have caught her eye? A nice looking
couple who appeared to know each other, coming from a gentlemen's club to a
motel? It was the same man the woman had gone in with, so he probably wasn't a
john. Could he be security taking her to and from johns? Might they be a couple
staying at the motel? Maybe they left something in their room and that's why
they hadn't stayed inside the club. But why had they gone there to begin with?
She
glanced at the back of the club as she continued across the lot. Perhaps
Saturday nights were open for couples. That made sense.
Another
couple, a little older looking than the one she'd just passed, exited from the
back and walked in the direction of the motel office. The clerk met them at the
window. They exchanged words, laughed, and he handed them a key. They turned to
go to their room at the other end of the complex. The man pulled the woman
along in a half skip like they couldn't get to the room fast enough. What were
they serving inside that club?
If
she wanted real answers, she should go in and look around. Except she had a
feeling that Roger hadn't gone back to the car, and was still standing on the
other side of the oleander bush, watching. She wouldn't put it past him to dart
out from nowhere in a rush to stop her, and if someone saw him it might ruin
his investigation.
She'd
try and learn what she could about this motel. It seemed to be where the action
was. Now, how best to do that?
Pennye
walked up to the clerk and smiled.
"Hi."
He
smiled back, and his gaze roamed over her. "Hello. Having a good time
tonight?"
"As
a matter-of-fact, I am." Pennye licked her lips. "I need a
room."
The
clerk cocked one brow and he looked out past her into the parking lot. "For
one?"
"For
two. My husband's still inside the club, but he'll be out shortly and pay
you." She'd get the key and after a quick peek around, she and Roger could
split before the clerk came looking for his money.
The
clerk's gaze drifted to her hand. Pennye fidgeted to hide her bare ring finger,
but the clerk's widened smile told her she was too late. "He shouldn't be
having fun in there when the entertainment's out here." The young man's
gaze trailed over her again, and Pennye wanted to smack the sleazy grin right
off his face.
"Name
please," the clerk said as he started to reach for a key.
Name. Oh boy... She couldn't
leave her real name. Oh wait! Yes she could. "Janice Boyle."
The
clerk's arm dropped as did his smile. He stepped up to the window and flipped a
few pages in the registry, too quick to actually be reading them. "I'm
sorry, Mrs. Boyle. It seems we're completely booked."
"Booked?"
Pennye pointed behind him to the room keys hanging from the board. "But
you were about to give--"
"Spares.
Those are all spares."
"You're
sure. Because we'll take anything you have open."
"No..."
He did another fake page flip. "There's nothing available." He closed
the registry book and smiled. "May I suggest The Motor Club. They're only
a few miles up the street. They usually have openings, and their rates are very
reasonable. You and your..." he raised his brow, "husband, should be
comfortable there."
"I
see." Pennye didn't know much about the motel business, but this
definitely didn't seem normal. "Thank you very much."
Pennye
turned to walk back across the parking lot. She glanced over her shoulder and
saw that the clerk watched her. She'd told him that her husband was in the
club, but if she walked that way Roger might come running from the bushes. The
clerk didn't believe she was married anyway. Probably thought she was someone's
mistress, trying to arrange a discreet rendezvous.
A
man leaving the club whistled merrily as he walked past her toward the motel's
office. Pennye wanted to see how he was treated. In case the clerk still
watched her, she picked a car at random, and called out to the imaginary
driver, "Ready to go!" Pennye walked around the front of the car,
then went to the passenger side door and ducked down like she'd gotten in. She
stayed low and crept to the back of the car to peek.
The
man approached the window and spoke with the clerk for less than a minute
before he had a key in hand.
"Spares,
my eye," Pennye mumbled. She stayed low and crept back to the front end of
the car to see where the man went. Low and behold, if he didn't go into the
exact same room as the woman in red and her date had gone into -- the room next
to the trash can.
Either
something was going on inside that motel, or they rented out rooms by the
square foot. She sighed and looked back at the oleander. Poor Roger, he had a
real problem on his hands.
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