Haunting-Adeline

I walk directly into the main area, the massive layout an open concept.
It's dimly lit and ominous—the perfect place to hide in the shadows
without being no ced.
The floors are black marble, and unlike the seedy strip clubs downtown,
these floors shine as brightly as my freshly polished shoes. The blood red
walls are bare of creepy art, but plenty of creeps occupy the booths and
tables surrounding the stage. A woman swings around the pole, shaking
her ass to the beat while money is thrown on the stage.
Low music pumps through the speakers, though not so loud that I can
hardly hear myself think. Loud moans ring out from somewhere down a
hallway, and I make sure to stay far away for now. If I go back and see some
fucked up shit happening, I'm going to blow the en re thing.
"For a second, I thought you weren't going to show up," a voice says
from behind me.
I turn to see Dan standing there, peering at me with a sa sfied grin on
his face.
"A man can't enjoy some strippers a er ge ng arrested?" I retort, my
tone laced with dry amusement. Dan laughs and shakes his head, stuffing
his hands in his pockets.
"I s ll can't believe that happened. I am so sorry. Every man on my lawn
got fired that night, I assure you."
I flash my teeth. "I expected nothing less. What charges did they try to
pin on you?"
"Fucking drug smuggling," he scoffs in that can you believe that shit way.
"I haven't had a line of coke up my nose in months, and it sure as shit
wasn't my product."
I quirk a brow. "What happened to the girl?"
His face darkens, and for the first me, I see true evilness reflec ng back
at me. I knew it was there, residing just below the surface. But this is the
first me Dan truly let that hateful demon out.
"I believe one of my guests took advantage of the chaos and stole her for
themselves.”
“The cameras?” I push.
He shakes his head and spits, “Fucking ruined. The FBI must’ve done
something to mess with the signal when they came. Probably because they