Stories tagged “night club”

  • Noir: En Route

    I stood at the window, looking at the cold, wet city outside and wondering why I had ever stayed in this godforsaken place. Surely a good PI like me could find work in Miami or Honolulu. Why was I still here? Where was the damn taxi? I waited until fiv...

  • Noir: Reservations

    A hand grabbed my left shoulder strongly enough to prevent me from entering the club. The hand’s owner, a muscular and well turned out young man, stepped between me and the door. “Do you have a reservation?” It was a demand more than ...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Noir: Eyes Open

    I continued down the length of the bar, heading for a stool at its far end that promised an easy view of the entrance. Halfway there, something that I had picked up in my peripheral vision registered. I backed up a couple of steps. “Unbelievable,...

  • Noir: Then Suddenly...

    I sat there at the bar for a few minutes and I couldn’t help but enjoy the ambiance of the place. If Otellio was proud of the club that he had put together, it seemed entirely justified. During a lull in the dinner music, the band was joined by a...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Noir: Old Friends

    She smiled. No… she beamed. The maître d’ came around his podium and offered her his arm but she declined it. Instead, she waited. Waited for me. I was her instrument and she was playing me like a virtuoso. I knew that and was powerless to...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Noir: Into the Frying Pan...

    I offered my arm again and she took it with both hands. I gestured to the maître d’ to lead us. He picked up two menus and guided us into the dining area. Business was good and the place had been filling rapidly. Few tables remained open. Any ho...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Noir: Lost Lambs and Leopards

    Small talk dominated our conversation. There were questions, evasions and lies about the past ten years. At times, there were signs of the floozy Maryanne had been in the woman that sat before me; here a barely suppressed giggle, there her posture a bi...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Noir: The Bête Noire

    We returned to our table as the waiter served the drinks, took our meal order and retreated. “So, Mrs Otellio, what’s this about?” “Don’t call me that, Nick. I never took Vincenzo’s last name. Just as well.” &#...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Noir: In Deep

    “But I don’t think he still has it,” Maryanne continued. “I think he’s either sold it or given it to someone.” “What makes you think that?” “Look around you, Nick. Look at this place. Everything is ...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Noir: Looking for a Lifeline

    “No, I never did. You can trust me, but I don’t know if I can trust you.” She blanched. I continued, “Look, because I loved you once, I’ll lay it on the table. I’ve never heard of this Bet Nwar and I don’t know...

  • Noir: Confirmation

    “What else do you know about it?” I asked. “Well, until recently, the Bête Noire belonged to Randall Stone. Maryanne was seen with it in public after the divorce so it seems likely that he gave it to her. Say, does this have anything...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Noir: The Walking Dead

    Tugger and I stepped away from his table. “Kid, there’s something I need you to do for me. The lady that I’m with claims that her husband has stolen a very valuable necklace. The problem is that I don’t know if she’s telli...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Noir: Where Angels Fear to Tread

    Maryanne was in pain, her slender wrist in the death grip of her husband. That wouldn’t do. I strode back to her table. With one hand, I grabbed his wrist. With the other, I grabbed at his pinky finger and started to pull it away from her wrist. ...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Noir: Fools Rush Out

    Shouting followed us outside where we came face to face with the hired palooka. His eyes widened, then narrowed again as he took in the situation. A shift in his posture told me what was coming and I threw my left arm up beside my head in time to harml...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5