I had the taxi drop me off down the street from 'The Bohemian Cluster Buck'. I figured that I would walk to the club and see if I could spot any 'tails' - a technique taught to me by JC 'Boatie' Boatwright. I figured that it would, also, be a good opportunity to see if I was being followed. I began to waonder if I had the address right as I neared the entrance. It seemed odd that a well-known underworld informer would meet me at a club with a solid pink exterior. The pink flamingoes above the entrance really bothered me. Still, the address was right, so I wondered up to the doorman and whispered, "I am looking for Kasha."
He said, "Whooo, we all like Kasha. You don't look like the type - are you into the rough stuff?"
I said, "I'm a private dick, I can handle anything - I'm as rough as they come."
"Woooo, you'll need it for Kasha!!", he said.
"Shaddup", I said, "Can't you see I've got a piece?"
"Oh, excuse me. Kasha eill REALLY wanttot see you!!"
"How will I recognize him", I asked.
"Oh, don't worry - he'll find you", he replied.
I entered the building and mingled VERY carefully with the crowd. Finally, a someone pointed out a table with a huge biker and a bleach-blonde bimbo in close embrace. I eased up an grabbed the biker and stood him up. "I'm lee cooper and you have info for me I believe".
"I'm Gumby. That is Kasha", he said, pointing at he floozy. I was aghast. The cheap peroxide hair piled 2 feet above the head -the overabundance of rouge- the five o'clock shadow was more than I could take. Still, I am a tough PI. I said, "I'm a private dick and you have info that I need." The room got real quiet after the "private dick". I felt proud.
I had just a glimpse of Thunderbird-crazed eyes as Kasha darted into a backroom. A shrill,screechy voice drifted back to me: "I think that I will have just what you need".
To be continued. |
