Man Behind The Badge

As if she could sense Robin’s sudden reluctance, Erline hooked an arm through hers and tugged her forward. She spoke directly into Robin’s ear. “Don’t worry, we’ll look out for you, and everyone’s real friendly here.”

“Thanks,” Robin muttered, her mouth dry, as Erline turned her loose. Taking a deep breath, she followed her companions through the front door. It was painted red and adorned with an elaborate brass knob in the shape of entwined hearts. To Robin they might as well have been gargoyles.

Even inside the club, the music from a very good sound system wasn’t overwhelming. Trying to adjust her vision to the dimness of the interior, Robin bumped into Carol, who’d stopped at the hostess podium. Carol flashed her a smile as Erline spoke to an attractive young woman in a red jumpsuit.

In moments the three of them were seated at a round table on one side of a large room. The chair backs were heart-shaped red leather. In the middle of the table a ruby glass candle holder gave a romantic glow. The overall decor of the room had a Western theme, which wasn’t surprising, but it also managed to appear both intimate and trendy.

A small stage was at one end of the room, on it an elaborate set of drums, several speakers and some other sound equipment. A panel of lights hung overhead. The dance floor was slightly larger than Erline had described, and a bar carved of dark wood ran along the opposite wall. Behind the bar was a mirrored wall with glass shelves filled with liquor bottles. Along the top ran a neon border in red, pink and gold. Many of the bar stools were already occupied, as were most of the tables.

Several racks of antlers adorned one paneled wall, but at least there weren’t any mounted animal heads. Through an arched doorway, Robin could see pool tables in another room and more people.

“I’m having the prime rib,” Erline announced, sliding aside her unopened menu. “How about you two?”