One of the Back Alleys in Fandom, Very Early Sunday Morning

[angelo_wings]

Dawn was creeping over Fandom when Rita stumbled back towards her club. She'd had a fun night, but she never stayed the night unless she was hoping for a mistress gig, and Leon was just the hired help.

Speaking of, the bruiser was insisting on walking her back like a gentleman. Or like someone who was paid to be sure she didn't end up with a knife in her back.

The early-morning hangover wasn't helping her senses out any, but the sight peeking out from the dumpster shook her out of her fog.

"Are those legs?"

Just what she needed.

(Squall Leon modded with permission, natch)

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[wwiii]

Angelface had noticed someone from the station sniffing around the building. If he'd been made aware of her coming into the back room, well, he'd certainly make it be known that he was disappointed that nobody had informed him. After all, it wouldn't do to have the one clean cop in town getting too interested in the place without at least giving him a chance to grease the right palms as damage control, first.

"Tell the girls they get the week out of the back rooms. Get 'em to show up for their numbers as usual, but too many questions are going to be frowned upon." Angelface tilted his head in thought. "Too many ladies giving answers are going to be frowned upon, too. You make it damn clear they keep their traps shut and direct any questions from the cops or the press back to you."

His name wasn't on the books, after all. It would certainly raise some eyebrows to implicate him in this. It was Rita's ass on the line if the cops got involved.

[angelo_wings]

Wonderful. She got to break this to a bunch of nervous girls and get them not to panic.

"And you find the sonofabitch and remove his organs," she said.

Celia was working last night. So Angelface had to have a name.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Leon got to work hauling Celia out of the dumpster, and tossed her over his shoulder. The corpse was still fresh, so he could pretend she was just passed out, should anyone stop him. He'd had to haul dancers home after a long night any number of times before. "You do your job, let us do ours," he told Rita.

[wwiii]

"We'll start with his knees," Angelface noted mildly, pulling a little black book from inside his pocket and flipping through to see who was working with what john last night. "Once we've dealt with this mess. If he's got half a brain in his head he'll be halfway to Chicago by now."

They never had half a brain in their head. Made for that many more bodies to hide at the end of the week.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I got a friend in Chicago," Leon offered helpfully. Exactly what that friend might be willing to do if asked, he figured was obvious.

[wwiii]

"Get him on the horn and tell him what's what," Angelface replied. "Tell him your boss has good kale if he makes it that far. Double if he makes an example of the man we can point at down the line if any future clients have misconceptions about exactly what product we're offering, here."

[angelo_wings]

Rita hated to admit it, but she was relieved. Angel wasn't going to brush this off, or cover it up. Granted, he wasn't doing that out of any sense of loyalty to Celia personally, but rather a good practical business sense; didn't make it any less satisfying, to know the man responsible was short on time.

Moments like this, it was easy to remember why she'd hopped into bed with him in the first place.

She felt like thanking him, but didn't want him to know she'd gone soft.

"I'm off for some beauty sleep," she said, waving a cigarette in Celia's direction. "You don't need me for disposal."