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Bourbon On The Rocks #193


My only shot was waiting to see if Striker excused himself to go to the bathroom or something so I could see Harrigan. In the meantime I filled Tiffany in on the hotel that I was going to take her to.

“In Pasadena there’s a hotel called the Parisian. I want to check you into there tonight. Hopefully this will all be over by tomorrow, although you might not have a job anymore.”

“If Bobby is turning his singers into prostitutes I don’t want to work there anymore.”

“Good girl,” I said as I leaned over and kissed her passionately…

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