The Lover's Children novel Chapter 101

KLEMPNER

The shadows lengthen and, Michael strolling beside me, we head for the Sapphire Club.

“You’re sure you’re good doing this?" I ask. “I’m not aiming to cause trouble between you and Jenny.”

“Sure I’m sure. I’m happy to help. But thanks for asking.” He chuckles. “Charlotte’s fine. She knows what this is about. She also knows that I’m no stranger to the sight of female flesh. I suspect there was a certain amount of going through the motions in order to make a point.”

He blows out his cheeks. Already, his blond hair is dark with sweat. His forehead shines and a trickle gleams down from his neck to vanish below the open top of his collar. “Wish we could lose this freakin’ humidity.” Slipping off his jacket, he slings it over a shoulder. “It feels more like the air’s for slicing than breathing.” Damp streaks down his linen shirt between his shoulders.

He’s not wrong. The evening’s hot. Despite the darkening sky and the advancing hour, it’s no cooler. Quite the opposite. The air feels viscous, almost too thick to breathe. On the plus side, the weather makes it easy to wear casual loose clothing and shoes. Easy to move in. Easy to run in. I made a point of wearing soft-soled trainers.

Easy to walk quietly in.

“You ever been to this Sapphire Club?” I ask. “Perhaps before you were married?”

He snorts. “No. I’ve never needed to pay for my kicks. At the clubs I did attend, there was always some girl happy to display her talents.”

Silence seems the best reply to that. After a moment, he continues, “So, is there something specific you want me to do? Or d’you just want an extra pair of eyes around the place?”

“I’d like you up front and visible, by the bar, hanging out with the customers and the hostesses. Turn up the charisma. You’re good at that. Get the gossip.”

He Hmmms and nods. “And you?”

“I plan to watch from that quiet corner that’s reserved for me. If this Lily’s stalker really is my man, there’s a chance I might be recognised if he spots me.”

Michael shoots me a look, brows drawn. “It’s a pretty small chance, isn’t it? He didn’t see you surely? When you followed him before?”

“Perhaps, but why take the risk when there’s no need? You cover the front. Draw the eye. I’ll fade into the background and watch what develops.”

He sucks at his teeth, head rocking slowly. “And if you do see him?”

“I’ll follow. Find out where he goes. What he does.”

“Want me to join you?”

“No. You’re too noticeable. I’m better by myself for that. But keep your phone handy.”

“You really think this is going to be your man?”

“I think there’s an excellent chance it’s him.”

*****

MICHAEL

The area’s not exactly uptown, but it’s by no means bottom-of-the barrel, at least around the top end of the road where we arrive. It looks the kind of place ordinary folks work during the day or come out for the evening: budget outlets, a late-night liquor store, bars, cafes and restaurants, a cinema…

It’s all perfectly normal. Windows are cleaned. The fingerplates on doors are polished. Someone’s made an attempt at scraping up the pizza-shaped remains of gum from the sidewalk outside the cinema.

And I’m here helping in the hunt for a serial killer.

It’s surreal.

The height of the year, and despite the late hour, it’s only barely dusk, but a couple of hundred yards further along, a sign glows against the evening. Sapphire Club! Exotic Dancers! All Kinds of Girls! All Beautiful!

A classic ‘heavy’ type mans the entrance. “You booked?”

I paint on my casual face. “We’re expected. Danielle invited us.”

He looks between us. “Both of you?” He smirks. “Hope you're going to give her a decent tip.”

Beside me, Klempner shifts, growling low, but I tap my hand to his. “You can be sure she’ll be well taken care of.”

“I'm sure you will.” He gives us a quick nod, pockets two twenties, then opens the door to admit us.

Klempner stalks inside. “I’d like to wipe that fucking smirk off his face.”

“Cool it. Don’t you think you might have smiled?”

He grimaces. “Maybe.”

“So, let it drop.”

A shabby lobby leads through to the main lounge, furnished with the usual accoutrements you’d expect; bar, stage area, a pole in a separate spot of its own, tables and seating set across the central floor plus more nested into booths, semi-concealed by screens.

The evening crowd is in. With all the bodies moving around, it would be unbearably hot except for the blast of the air-con, the hiss audible even over the music playing.

As we arrive, the act on stage, strutting with the music, makes the most of a pair of ostrich plumes as she strips. Dyed a shocking shade of cerise, they probably covered more on the ostrich than they do on the girl wielding them. On the other hand, what they covered wouldn’t have been so interesting.

The girl’s not bad looking at all, and of course, she’s performing for an audience. I find myself comparing her to old friends from my pre-Charlotte days… Chloe used to deliver a mean striptease. Certainly, by the time she was done, I was always in condition to do justice to her talents.

Thinking about it, that’s what she was doing, stripping for me, the first night James and I played together. With her.

Wonder how she’s doing now?

Perhaps we should take out some time for the clubs again?

Get things a bit more casual…

Might lighten Charlotte’s mood…

I’ll mention it to James…

Klempner, I notice, is, in an understated way, watching me.

Keeping an eye on what I’m up to?