New Story - written exclusively on Steemit - WiP - Bouncer Part 43

This is turning out to be quite a tale (I know, my opinion...) and I think it'll make a novel-sized story.

I'm listening to the feedback and if something resonates, I've decided that I'll go with it (thanks @kiwideb).

Feel free to give feedback on characters, storylines etc - even if you think it's harsh.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39 Part 40 Part 41 Part 42

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Please note: This is the FIRST DRAFT, no editing, written straight onto paper. I don't know how to highlight that any more than it is. I'll NOT be making any alterations to what's already been written. As a good friend and excellent author has said, First draft is a race to get the story down before it decides to stop telling itself to you. Thanks Glenn. @alienbutt

95 pages, 37,527 words so far.

What do you think of this for a cover?

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Liz went back to her office to tell Anthony what was going on.

He turned to the door as she entered the room and said, “Look at this.”

He had a portion of video waiting for her to watch.

The camera was a new one that had been installed that week. Not many knew of its existence. The camera had been expertly positioned to view the entrance to the VIP room and the wide-angle lens also took in part of the bar inside the VIP room.

Liz watched her father lead Mikhail and his entourage up to the VIP room and the expressions on their faces ranged from over-awed and impressed to nonchalant and ‘seen it all before’ from the tall, slender woman, through to split-second fury from Mikhail himself. He covered his emotions well, however. When Viktor turned to him to welcome him in, Mikhail’s smile was smooth as silk and Viktor would have known nothing about the animosity in that initial reaction.

The entourage went off to the bar to make good use of the drinks tokens. The woman with Mikhail accepted a glass of Champagne, took a couple of sips and then made her excuses and went off to the bathroom.

Anthony clicked his mouse and the recording snapped back to live feed. The woman was still not back from the bathroom.

“Good work, Anthony. I’ll be back in a few,” she said. “Something’s not quite right with this scenario.”

Liz caught Zack and Taylor’s attention as she left the office and crossed the main room of the club.

The music blasted from the DJ’s consoles and he was playing to the audience. He saw her looking and he waved at her. The audience couldn’t see who he was looking at behind his glasses and they joined in with his obvious exuberance and waved right back at him. The DJ looked back to his work with a wry smile on his face. He had his audience in the palm of his hand and he loved it!

Zack touched his ear as the earpiece crackled with Crackers’ voice.

“Boss, there’s a copper here, he wants access to the venue. He’s keeping it quiet at the moment, but he’s had word that there’s crime in progress up in the club. Advise please,” Crackers said.

“Fuck me, Riley!” Zack cursed under his breath.

“Problems?” Liz asked as they made their way across the club to the VIP room.

“I think so. We’re being set up,” Zack said. “Taylor, can you deal with the police please?”

Taylor nodded and broke off from the group to head down the stairs. He saw the officer he’d invited and change course. Taylor shook hands and leaned in close to speak quietly with him.

“I think we’re about to have a problem,” he said.

“Oh? Anything I can help with?” the guy said.

“Maybe, but feel free to disassociate yourself from it at any point. I don’t want you feeling pressured or obligated,” Taylor said.

A flash of inspiration came to Taylor and he recalled the guy’s name. “If you’d wait over by the VIP room, I’d appreciate it, Marcus.”

Marcus nodded and made his excuses to his companions. “I’ll not be long,” he said.

Taylor went down the stairs, hurrying but not making it look like he was fleeing the scene. It wouldn’t do for the punters of his staff to think anything was wrong.

A group of policemen waited outside. Without a warrant it would be difficult for them to enter the premises unless with the full cooperation of the door staff and as of yet, that hadn’t been granted.

Taylor went outside to speak with the policemen, stalling for time while Zack dealt with the problem.

Zack and Liz went into the VIP room via the staff entrance so no one noticed. They came to the toilets first and Liz went into the ladies’ room, closely followed by Zack.

Nothing out of order there so they checked the men’s room. Not a droplet of water on the counters, not a hand towel out of place. Liz stood perplexed but Zack dropped to the floor to check under the stalls. All the doors were closed, the stall at the end of the room was closed and locked.

Zack went into the stall next to the end one and stood on top of the toilet to look over the stall.

“Oh fuck!” he said and clambered over the top.

Liz took his lead and took out her keyring. She found a flat headed key, wide enough to turn the lock from the outside of the door and opened it.

She hadn’t expected to see a pair of long, shapely female legs when the door opened. Zack stood over the unconscious woman, trying to extricate her from behind the toilet where she’d slumped as she fell unconscious.