Page 53 of Angel
Ghost sighs. “My eyes are probably about to bleed. I hate this fucking shit.”
I knock loudly and hear, “Whoever you are, fuck off.”
Havoc laughs. “Permission to kick the fucking door in?”
“Just turn the handle, asshole.”
Zac rolls his eyes and as he does, the door opens easily and Ghost hisses, “Fuck.”
The manager, Buddy, is fucking the new girl from behind, his pants around his ankles, her ass high as she bends over his desk.
“What the…”
Buddy yells as we crowd inside and the girl screams as Titan says calmly, “Interview over. You got the job. Now leave.”
She scrambles for her clothes and as she passes us, her cheeks are flaming and yet she hovers in the doorway and says with a slight catch in her voice, “Shall I start now, or tonight?”
“Go and see the girls. Two doors down, they’ll find you a costume.”
To his credit, Buddy is unfazed and merely pulls up his pants and returns to his chair behind his desk.
“What do I owe this pleasure to?”
He reaches for a cigarette, and I lean over and grab it from his fingers. Tossing it to the trash and growling, “Haven’t you heard of passive smoking, you piece of shit? We want to see your cameras on the night Giovanni was murdered.”
Understanding dawns on his face.
“I figured you’d come calling.”
With a sigh, he turns to his computer and in a few seconds, he pulls up the screens.
“This is the dude who came out of the motel.”
He zooms in. “One of yours evidently.”
“Evidently not.”
I check on the guy, noting the crude copy of our disguise, and Titan joins me.
“Can you print that out, man?”
He asks Buddy who nods, “Sure. Glad to be of assistance.”
Ghost asks, “Have any of your girls met this man before?”
“Who knows, he could be anyone. A lot of men pass through this place but never disguised as an angel, for sure.”
He thrusts the printout at me and as I regard the image, I search for any distinguishing features.
“Have you got anything of interest, Buddy?”
Zac asks, taking the friendlier approach.
“I heard the guy is obsessed with that actress who was dating Giovanni. You know the one. Man, I’d fuck her all day and night if I could.”
My fist clenches and Havoc snarls, “As if you’d be so lucky, asshole.”
Buddy shrugs. “You’d be surprised with these Hollywood types. Look at Giovanni. He got his kicks from fucking hookers. She may like a bit of rough, just saying.”
