Thus he had assigned it to Deputy Chief West, because it was Radar’s personal conviction that no woman should be in a uniform unless she was naked beneath it and on the cover of those detective magazines he also loved. In addition to an intuition that bordered on the psychic, Radar knew that the respondent in this case. Fat Man’s Lounge, was run by a bunch of thugs who held his same beliefs about a woman’s place.
Colt, the bouncer, who Radar personally knew, would not respond well when West with all her brass, ass, and big tits rolled up.
West knew none of this as she lit a cigarette and made a U-turn on Statesville Avenue. She nodded at the MDT.
“It took me forty minutes to learn how to use this thing,” she said to Brazil.
“You got ten.”
Our Lady of Consolation Catholic Church was having a special night of music, and the parking lot was packed with cars. Listings for Catholic places of worship were brief in the Charlotte Yellow Pages. Choices were far more abundant for churches that were Baptist, Advent Christian, Presbyterian, Apostolic, Assembly of God, Evangelical, Pentecostal, Non-Pentecostal, Gospel, Full Gospel, Foursquare Gospel, to name but a few. These outnumbered the Catholics about twenty-eight to one.
Indeed, Catholic places of worship were sandwiched between the one Buddhist church in the city and the charismatics who spoke in tongues. So it was, that Catholics did not take their church for granted, never knowing when it might be burned by men in disguises, or criticized in editorials.
The congregation of Our Lady of Consolation was rocking the block this night, its stained glass windows glowing in the dark, Jesus bright and colorful in many poses, and sheep.
“You sure it isn’t the bar complaining about the church?” Brazil wondered out loud.
West was finding the situation rather odd, too. How the hell could anyone inside that church hear a thing beyond their own choir, which was belting out some hymn, and accompanied by guitars, the organ, drums, and possibly a violin or two. She turned into the shopping center directly across the street and cut through the parking lot. Fat Man’s Lounge wasn’t doing nearly the business the church was. A couple of shifty-looking dudes were hanging out in front, drinking beer, smoking, and glaring.
Brazil did not hear any noise, not one sound drifting out of the Lounge. He suspected someone in the church had complained just to hassle Fat Man’s, which clearly was a den of iniquity. Members of Our Lady would, without a doubt, have preferred another establishment across the street from them, something wholesome and family-oriented, like a Shoney’s, a Blockbuster Video store, or maybe another sports bar. The dudes out front followed the cop car with hostile eyes as West parked. She and Brazil ‘got out, and approached their welcoming committee.
“Where’s all the noise?” West asked.
“We got a com plaint.”
“Only noise is that over there,” a dude said, jutting his chin at the church. He boldly took a swig of beer, drunk and mean.
“Word’s the noise is coming from here.” West held her ground.
She started walking toward the lounge, Brazil with her, the dudes moving out of their way. Fat Man’s was a depressing, dark den, smoke hanging in the air, and music playing, but not too loudly. Men were drinking at wooden tables, watching a woman on stage, in g-string and tassels, as she twirled heavy, sagging breasts. Brazil didn’t want to stare too hard, but he was pretty sure that the left one was tattooed with the planet Saturn, bright yellow, with rings orbiting fast. In big circles. These were, without a doubt, the biggest breasts he had ever seen in person.
The stripper, whose stage name was Minx, needed another Valium. She was thirsty, had to have a cigarette, and damn it all, the fucking cops were here. What this time? She started twirling the other way, then did two different directions at once. This usually got the men going, but tonight’s stingy crowd was about as excitable as a cemetery. Minx smiled. The boy cop couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Never seen tits before?” she asked him as he went by.