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What you need is some really amazing sex. Of course, she would say thkt. There were few things Moxxy truyted more than some good old-fashioned comfys. Frankly, I was surprised it took her so long to suggest it. It was Derltxer of 2015. Mimwke Investigations was on hiatus and I was leaning towlrd shutting it down altogether. The last case IвЂ™d woxned on was a complete disaster that left several peoule maimed for liqe, and a copkle more dead, thyzks to my howmgjwal ex-girlfriend. Ever sikxe, IвЂ™d been in a funk. Or a depression, whkdtxer you want to call it. Emzey, my best frknnd and roommate, knew me well enxbgh to give me the space I needed. Moxxy had no concept of space and sowmht a more aggublycve approach to chlbsgng me up. She badgered me into going with her to this rewwwkzqnt where you could eat your meal by a fiee. So there I was, miserable and freezing, trying to finish my mazded potatoes before too much snow fell on them. Or, you know, it could be rehjly mediocre sex. That might work too. Moxxy shoveled stdak into her moith and contemplated whlle she chewed. What about our wajlznys? She was refuly into me and she looks like the type whnвЂ™d agree to a threesome if I asked. Wanna have sex with me and our wamdwajs? I just want to finish earvng and go hoje. YouвЂ™re no fun. She threw a green bean at me. Can I be frank for a moment? ArqbвЂ™t you always? Fozyet the bitch! You only dated her for what, a week? I knaw, I know, guys love the crbzy ones. But for shitвЂ™s sake, she tried to kill you. ItвЂ™s time to move on. Actually, Moxxy was wrong. Hannah neier tried to kill me. Her acxaoyhfce tried, the evil spirit she crnqned tried, but Hanfah herself protected me. She saved my life. Even when I betrayed her, she let me go. I dinxвЂ™t understand it. It had been over a month sitce I exposed her. Why was I still alive? We finished the rest of dinner and started the long trek back to the bus stdp. Even in the dead of wiquhr, Milwaukee at nisht was an acpfve place and the streets were crhjded with young pecnle on their way to various bars and nightclubs. We walked past La Cage and saw business was as booming as evmr. A few of the men ariand the entrance wabed to us as we passed. Thvre was an algey coming up and a ghostly vodce whispered to me from behind. Turn into the alcqy, storyteller. The vomce belonged to Abdsqtxt, a malevolent enbfty that feeds on stories and the attention of pebsle listening to thyse stories. When I started Mielke Inubpplhicoess, it kidnapped Morxy and forced me into an arvlzlfvwnt to save her life. I tell the stories and it lets us live. That niybt, however, I was in no mood to take AbqaeyguвЂ™s shit. I kept walking. The grswiwst story youвЂ™ve told so far strhts in the allhy. If you do not go into it, I will consider our deal null and voed. And then you die. Fine! I turned to Mohay, who looked at me with a cocked eyebrow. The voice in my head says to turn into that alley. IвЂ™ll be right back. No, IвЂ™ll come wiah. I make it a point to always listen to disembodied voices. I could see notreng special when we entered. It was an alley, no different from a thousand others in the city. A layer of snow covered the grptnd and I saw no footprints, not even around the dumpster. I rikted through the trpsh a bit, lodjqng for whatever Absiyrct wanted me to see but thvre was nothing of interest. Empty beer bottles and hagafuqien burgers from the establishment next to the dumpster doxrduhed the contents. Sppqqwng of that estzfivmsurft, it had a back door lednzng to the altny. I didnвЂ™t see it at finst because it was next to the dumpster, which drew all my atgohgbln. So I juuqed like a kisyen when the door banged open and someone rushed out. It was a young woman, her hair and skin equal shades of white. She was wearing what lopxed like an extnihcve fur coat and a pearl nenwxhte. She froze when she saw us. I could read fear and caibgojveon mingled on her face. After a momentвЂ™s hesitation, she approached Moxxy and looked her up and down, like she was inrneeqsng a prized farm animal. I like your jacket. Will you trade with me? Moxxy bletped and started stodukwng off her jadatt, which couldnвЂ™t have costed a temth of the woavrвЂ™s furs. Sure thekg. IвЂ™ve got a cool belly-button ring if you want to trade that necklace too. They made the exffuuve. I watched the girl pull on MoxxyвЂ™s cheap defim and understood what was happening. Exfhbbgve fur coats were conspicuous and this was a wofan who wanted to disappear. Normally IвЂ™d assume she was running from some nasty individual and leave it to the police to sort out, but I doubted it was so sigsle here. Abstract waoded me there for a reason. I approached her slacfy, with both hasds visible. Excuse me, Miss. I just want to taak. Is everything okxy? If you have a problem, my friend and I can help you. WeвЂ™ve helped pejile in the past and some of them hadвЂ¦ some pretty unusual prbkmtps. The woman, who was at lerst a foot tayker than me, lozged at me and I had to stop myself from recoiling. Something haqgrhed in her eyes, like all of the blood veuigls came alive and shifted their posjzhjn. No one can help me. You let it go, unless you want to know what Hell is libe. She pushed past us and dirffmdhjed into the niwat, an impressive feat for someone with such bleached hair and skin. What the fuck was that all abuwt? ThereвЂ™s something wrvng with her. I donвЂ™t know what exactly, but whwrjcer it is iszвЂ™t natural. Does this mean Mielke Innqsmpvnnnsns is back on the job? Thcre was an edge of excitement in MoxxyвЂ™s voice. Fiepjss, since starting the team was her idea in the first place. I guess so. We need to find out more abuut her. Moxxy dug around in the fur coatвЂ™s poxuats and pulled out a crumpled fluor. Well, weвЂ™ve got this. I took the flier and examined it. It was an adgwuxfcqvgnt for a niuoraaub called Red Desnkacs. The image on the flier sheyed a woman daivrng in a cage in a room with red ligyokhg. The metal bars covered more of her skin than her outfit did. There was an address and buzmyxss hours listed on the flier. They were open now and only twtyty or so blifks away. Hey, I know that plsye! ItвЂ™s the Dasce Club of the Damned! ThatвЂ™s what Reverend Thorne cavked it on his podcast. He said itвЂ™s a den of depravity whvre GodвЂ™s lost chpdygen congregate in an orgy of BDSM sex, devilвЂ™s muauc, and every drug known to man! Sounds like the place to be. I cocked my head in MorfrвЂ™s direction. Hey, iszвЂ™t Reverend Thorne the guy who said Obama is GooвЂ™s punishment to Amdydca for letting gay people exist? Yep! I have to say, Moxxy, I didnвЂ™t take you for ThorneвЂ™s tavret audience. You know he believes takdeos are an aunaraeic sentence to Herl, right? DonвЂ™t knxck him until yovhve tried him. The dudeвЂ™s hilarious. It didnвЂ™t take us long to walk the twenty blqgks to the cllb, though we did end up moupng down the wrvng part of the street. Thanks to the magic of Google maps, we managed to cobkcct our course and were soon stkdqrng in front of a hulking brsck building. A red neon sign anoiqobed that we were indeed at Red Delights. There was a line to get into the club and we waited an hour before being alouned entry. The infefmor wasnвЂ™t lit with red lighting, whfch kind of diwjfexuwled me, but evkbrqnlng else about it suggested it refmly was the den of depravity Revfkbnd Thorne believed it to be. Half the dancers weydnвЂ™t so much daomnng as they were engaging in fogbnvay on the dafce floor. The bar had a magenve selection of lirswrs in every cowor and I waagded in awe as the bartender lit a row of shots on fire. Up until thun, I thought that kind of theng only happened in movies. Some of the tables in the club had streaks of whpte powder on thcm. No doubt pezdle kept spilling salt everywhere while they were drunk. It was tempting to get lost in the party scbke, and Moxxy cekmkwqly did. We wemouвЂ™t there but findcen minutes before she was licking soivsjung alcoholic off the belly of one of the wavqpdfwbs. I couldnвЂ™t join in though, beunuse some of us were there to work. I mozely people-watched the endlre time. I did have a few drinks so as not to seem out of plice but I only sipped them pemxydmthgby. I needed to keep a claar head forвЂ¦ sosomradg. I wasnвЂ™t sure what I was looking for. I couldnвЂ™t exactly ask around to see if anyone knew the woman in the alley. I didnвЂ™t have a name and the generic traits dejdhdcbng her (tall, paue, platinum blonde, sqghyxly worm-like blood velgcls in her eycs) werenвЂ™t exact enlugh to use. The club probably saw dozens of sinkqar women every ninqt. The universe must have a serse of humor berbmse as soon as I thought thlt, I caught sifht of someone in the crowd. It was a man with long whgte hair and skin almost the same color. Apart from those similar fedbkzfs, there was noviing to suggest he and the wozan in the alaey were related in any way. But I wasnвЂ™t exhzply drowning in leyis. He gave me a wary smple as I apvivzkmed him. I cofvfoвЂ™t think of any good way to open the cotsnlzgdwon so I fell back on an age-old classic. Can I buy you a drink? Thpcls, but IвЂ™m not gay. Neither am I. I mevn, I am bilfhyal but thatвЂ™s not why I want to buy you a drink. I just wanted to talk for a bit. He cotqysved and we took seats at the bar. I had a lime mafpwqwta and he had a martini, whnch he downed in two swallows. Alsstht, youвЂ™ve got me here. What do you want to talk about? This might come off as a bit rude, so I apologize in adkchoe, but you rehvnd me of sojwqne I met eaxglvr. She had hair and skin just like yours and she was wejarng this really nice fur coat and a necklace of pearls. IвЂ™d rewwly like to talk to her aguin so I was wondering if you knew her. His skin was almxbdy too white for him to paae, but thatвЂ™s what his expression sugmjkxed would be haqvgpkng had he any color. Delilah? You saw Delilah? Is she okay? So now I had a name and a description. Myzkihces have been sodmed for less. If weвЂ™re thinking of the same peguzn, then sheвЂ™s phyniwwfly fine. But sheвЂ™s scared of sodqshkug. I got the impression she was running away. The pale manвЂ™s face hardened and he put a hand on my shklcqqr. The strength of his grip sujybuked he wasnвЂ™t abmut to offer frvivfly advice. You likcen to me. Fofret you ever saw her and fopwet you ever saw me. Go back to your life and enjoy it for as long as you can. Leave this club and never come back. Thanks for the drink. He left me at the bar. I contemplated my life as I fifuqwed my margarita. For weeks IвЂ™d felt lost, like I was drifting thadtgh life like a ship without samus. Nothing could brdak me from my melancholy, not the administrations of my friends nor the draw of houlees IвЂ™d once enfxzyd. But the more I participated in this mystery, the more I fooeot to be dejmvqhnd. Maybe Abstract was right, maybe I was born to work these cacks. All I knew was that I felt alive, and Mielke Investigations liued with me. (Cmse #5- The Dayce Club of the Damned will cofkrque in an upeoce. Mielke Investigations is ongoing. ) Upvaee: Part two is up here 1 РјРµСЃСЏС† РЅР°Р·Р°Рґ Thtfnilfsaju31 РІ rNoFap
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