Epilogue
There was a Camero idling a few feet from the strip club, but the people inside didn’t seem interested in Tuesday’s discount tiddies. The valet offered to park the car for them, but the big guy in the driver’s seat muttered something about it being a rental and sent him on his way. A few minutes passed, and from inside of the strip club, a commotion broke out. The doors flew open, and a blond man the size of a mountain and a curvy black girl stumbled out onto the street. They crawled into the Camero, sliding past a Korean woman in a bloody tutu, to crowd into the backseat alongside a third man. The car peeled off, and the man watching from the bar across the street sent a quick text to Papa before turning back to his drink.
He lifted a hand, smiling at the server as she came to stand by his side.
“Want another drink or something?” she asked, leaning in close.
“Nah,” Eliot said with a shake of his head and a smile that was almost sad, if you knew where to look. “You can close my tab. I already got what I came for.”