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tonight.”
    The man put a hand to his forehead and nodded. “I’m sorry, I understand. It’s been unusually out of control here as well.”
    “What have you got?”
    “Two women came in together tonight and sat at the bar. One of them I swear I recognize from when we first opened. That time we didn’t trespass her, but asked her to leave. Tonight, they ordered a couple drinks, but really nursed them for a while. I’d gone in the back to get some ice for the bartender and when I came back out, one of them was sitting with a guy out in the dining area. The other one”—he indicated with a jerk of his head—“is still over there drinking and eyeing the place.”
    The calls about the working girls were difficult in their own unique way. Without prior knowledge, such as a previous arrest, they couldn’t just march up to a woman and accuse her of being a hooker. Sometimes, an officer’s presence alone would encourage a prostitute to leave or to panic and give them a reason to talk to her.
    “Okay. Vicki, you wanna stay here and keep an eye on her while I have Mr…?”
    “Delacorte. But you can call me Owen.”
    “Owen. Can you take me to the dining room? Don’t point anyone out, describe her to me as we head over there, then walk with me past her table.”
    He nodded and led Shawn from the dark lounge area, past the kitchen and into the dining room. They entered a large open space with high ceilings and a plethora of wild and colorful decorations—most of them involving feathers and velvet. There were actual life-sized figures of voluptuous women in outlandish outfits that would have made Mae West weep with envy. The statue-like pieces were reminiscent of something that could be seen at a Disneyland attraction. The room was brightly lit and the show tunes that had been the soundtrack to the bar carried over into the restaurant.
    The place was packed. He followed the manager as they weaved in and out of the patron-filled tables. He almost choked.
    Trent.
    And he was with a man. Somehow, he couldn’t picture the masculine Trent out on a date in a burlesque-themed eatery.
    Date? Shit.
    Inexplicably, he got angry. Irritated. He reflexively pressed his lips together which only succeeded in breaking his cut open again.
    “Dammit.” He muttered to himself, swiping some blood from it.
    Trent glanced up, his mouth falling open a bit. Shawn wasn’t able to tear his eyes away quick enough.
    Guess I’m slow at everything with this guy.
    Mentally kicking himself, he refocused his attention on what he was actually supposed to be doing. Owen leaned into him right as Shawn spotted the young woman.
    “That’s her.”
    Shawn gave him a curt nod and purposely looked at a point ahead of him. She was known to them, so he needed to figure out a way to get her out of the main dining area.
    Fortunately, Owen guided him to the hall leading to the restrooms that were located on the other side of the dining area.
    “Well?”
    The manager stared at him expectantly.
    “Yeah, we’ve arrested her before. Let me radio my partner and find out what the situation is back in the bar. Keep an eye on our girl out there and alert me if it seems like she might make a run for it.”
    Owen scurried back to the dining area and Shawn contacted Vicki. Once he’d confirmed that the other woman was still at the bar, they determined they would each collar their suspect and meet up in the back, behind the restaurant. Shawn alerted dispatch so that they could send a cruiser over as soon as possible if they needed a transport.
    Right as he clicked off, he raised his head. He sucked in a breath at the sight of Trent ambling down the hall toward him.
    Be cool.
    Trent stopped in front of him, so very close. So tempting.
    “What happened to your lip?”
    Shawn was about to answer, but snapped his jaw shut instead.
    The fuck?
    Chuckling, he managed to answer. “Uh, tussle on the Strip.” He furrowed his brow, perplexed. “So you came back here just to