Epilogue #2
Big Daddy sat in his club in downtown Los Angeles, sipping bourbon that was made before the girls working the floor were a twinkle in their daddy’s eye.
This was his second favorite gentlemen’s club.
He loved knowing that every man there had paid a million dollars to join and signed an ironclad nondisclosure agreement.
He also had video of anyone he didn’t trust, and Big Daddy didn’t trust anyone.
One of his men came by and leaned in. “They found her.”
He waved the man off. Miss Nami had done an excellent job for several years, but she was getting a little too demanding, so he didn’t feel bad about having her killed.
Although she didn’t know exactly who he was, she knew of several of his other operations.
She’d trained at the Virginia Beach site and had screened girls for his D.C. club.
He took a deep drink and savored the burn all the way down. No problem. He’d be up and operational again within six months and nobody would ever suspect him. He’d already be gone to the East Coast.
The End.