Chapter Four

Story by Diamond Greyfell on SoFurry

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#4 of Crystal Lake

Crime Thriller following the citizens of the city of Crystal Lake, an Island City on the diverse planet of Terra.


Chapter Four

Six Months Later...

"Ooooh baby, that's nice". The feline, specifically a western offshoot of the Fesalis is race watched over the naked body of one of his dancers straddling herself over the pole, her already moist pussy dripping over it as she danced to the music in the club.

"Hmmmm... anything for you sir" she said smiling, the dancer was a quite distinctive skunk with a certain exotic calibur about her. She was completely white, except for a long black streak that ran from her head down to her tail. She giggled as she worked herself on the pole, enjoying pleasing her boss.

This was the domain of nightclub owner and self-appointed small time mob boss, Remmy Teron, who had very expensive tastes. The private chambers he was sat in were crammed with tackiness, purple shag rugs and a large mahogany desk, which in no way would have looked good in any room together were inside this personal quarters.

The quarters was a small overhanging balcony room that looked over the dancefloor of the club below were many Terrans were enjoying a break from work for some much needed relaxation and time with friends.

This had been a good night so far and the club was doing well, becoming one of the fastest growing in all of Crystal Lake's southern docks. "The Water Tiger" was known for great club anthems and great dancing girls. All led by the solitary vision of Mr Teron, who made sure to enjoy everything that his club could offer... including his own staff.

"Hey baby... you wanna earn a few more credits..." smiled Remmy as he unzipped his tight black suit pants. He was a big Tiger, fat by many people's standards and he had been described as nothing more than a pimp but in Remmy's mind, he was the King and this was his Castle and the girls here needed to meet "specific obligations" to work here.

The female skunk nodded as she presumed to get on her knees and crawl seductively over to his position, waiting for him to bring out her prize. He reached into his pants, his already fat, but rather short cock was already erect as she sunk her lips onto it.

He was in such euphoria from the lips of his dancer that he did not hear multiple knocks at the door until one loud one rudely awoke him from his ecstasy. He pushed the girl away, standing up to push his fat penis back into his pants quickly.

"What!?" he shouted with annoyance as the girl went back to sitting on the sofa on the other side and wrapping a dressing gown over her, to cover her modesty.

One of his men, a fat little rhino, this one with distinctive black marks on his ivory horn came inside, he was dressed in traditional black that made him look like he was a member of the Fesalis Crime Syndicate. That was how Remmy liked it... Classy.

"Sorry to interrupt, sir" he said in almost a sheepish tone for somebody so big. Remmy sat back down again, his pants properly tucked in and proceeded to pour a glass of whisky from the decanter on the coffee table which also conveniently doubled as pole dancing platform.

"Well..!" he exclaimed with annoyance. "What the hell is it...?"

"Sorry Sir" said the rhino again in the same submissive tone. "But Detective Everson of the DEA is here... he says he wants to speak to you."

"Wait... " Remmy chugged the glass of whisky like it was water. "Janus is here?"

"Yes sir... should I tell him that you are..."

Remmy looked somewhat concerned but also puzzled about why the DEA was so interested in his establishment. He had always tried to remain on friendly terms with the local law enforcement. That way they could occasionally turn a blind eye to some of his more "questionable" dealings.

"No..." interrupted Remmy, ushering the dancer to scram out the door on the other side of the room. "Let him in... we'll see what he wants."

The rhino left immediately to go downstairs and deliver the news to Janus and send him up, giving Remmy precious seconds of valuable breathing time as he walked over to his desk, closing down all of his accounts and tax returns for the month on his computer.

He could not imagine what the penalty could be if the police discovered that he was embezzling money from the club in order to avoid paying taxes.

"J-Janus" he said, looking up at the door to see a short brown fox staring at him as he managed to close down the files on the computer and bury a few incriminating details on his desk. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

Janus had transferred to the Drug Enforcement Administration about five months ago after he got back from leave over the death of his husband. Janus had insisted on following up on the "Yiff" case. He was able to reopen the case once Barrus Sturgeon was arrested for soliciting with a minor, a honey trap arranged by a "few" members of his staff.

Sturgeon had been kicked from the force but a few months later had re-emerged, unscathed to become Chief of Immigration Control at the Home Office. Janus could never get over that... as far as he was concerned, the man was guilty of murder.

He got away lightly... Janus had considered murdering him but he knew that Cassata would not want to see him get executed for murder.

The Drug Enforcement Administration was set up only a year ago, to combat the alarming rise of drug related incidents in Crystal Lake over the previous years. People were going out, using yiff once and then getting hooked and some had turned to incredibly gruesome murders in their frustration. However despite successful anti-drug enforcement actions all over the city, people were still getting it and using it.

So much for "stemming the supply".

Remmy sipped his drink quietly as he listened to the light opera he had on in the background and looked down over his domain. "I presume this is not a social call?"

"No..." said Janus, almost immediately, still standing in door. He was wearing a black coat with a simple grey shirt and jeans as officers in the DEA were not required to wear uniform on duty. "I need some information..."

Remmy almost laughed for a second. A police officer wanted information... from him!? That had to be a first for him, something he found highly amusing but he managed to contain his inappropriate joviality.

"What kind of information?" he asked bluntly.

"Specifically about a Phoenix Grace Employee that comes to this dive often..." said Janus, choosing not to mince his words with such a small time crook. He could get him for health and safety violations alone in this dump.

"I'm sorry officer..." he walked back over to the large red, tacky leather sofa and sat down on it, almost in the exact position he was before since Janus could still see his arse-print from his fat butt. "I'm afraid..." he exhaled as he sat down. "I don't know anyone who works for Phoenix Grace."

"You know this one..."

"Oh? Do enlighten me then..."

"His name is Obsidian Greyfell, he works in the department of virology and he comes here every wednesday..."

Remmy chuckled... "Fascinating. Well, I don't have personal biographies of everyone who frequents my bar so it appears you are out of luck. Still why don't you sit down and have a drink with me officer. Unless... of course... you are on duty".

Janus kept his eyes lock on Remmy as he moved over to the other sofa and sat down carefully, pouring himself a glass of the whiskey and nodding.

Remmy let out an outrageous laugh that could probably have been heard from downstairs despite all the noise from the music. "Well that's what I like to see, a cop that knows how to bend the rules!" he applauded. He then settled down in the chair. "So what has this...Obsidian... Odd name by the way? Done to earn your "oh so busy" attention?"

"We are following up a chain of inquiry" mumbled Janus.

"Ah I see... so this person has not done anything wrong. Why did you think that my humble establishment would be able to put you in contact with him."

"Because you're a wannabe crime boss... but you occasionally do the right thing" he stated bluntly.

"Oh... you wound me sir!" mocked Remmy, picking a bit of meat off his extremely well polished teeth. "I assure you, there is nothing "wannabe" about me. I just believe that the law and "certain ventures" can co-exist, as long as nobody gets hurt."

Janus got the feeling that Remmy may have been trying to mess with him somewhat. He just did not have time for this. He dashed up, kicking over the table and taking out his sidearm and pointing it to the side of Remmy's head while he was not expecting it. "I am not in the mood for your fucking games!" he shouted, being careful to make sure that the guards downstairs did not hear him. The last thing he needed was a firefight on his hands.

Like an egg, Remmy's calm demeanor began to melt away before him to be replaced with something a lot more sincere. "Look! I already told you, I don't know already!" he shouted. He began to panic as Janus rammed the loaded gun into his face.

"That's bullshit... a call was made from YOUR phone to the DEA office by Greyfell and you have no idea what it was about or what was said? You want me to believe that you are that stupid!? I know you tap your own phone lines Remmy!"

Busted...

Remmy put his paws up into the air in an attempt to calm Janus down. He usually did tap the phone lines in the bar and listen to the all the outgoing calls so he could use some of it for blackmail and extortion later on. He wondered if he confessed, would he be arrested for this... but it was either that or his life.

"Alright!" he said finally after a couple seconds of trying to call Janus's bluff silently. "Greyfell comes here often. He wanted you to know that he should meet you at the Car Park on Elson Street near the Southwest Pier. He didn't explain why, he just asked specifically for you. You know the rest!"

Janus clicked the safety back on his gun and slide it back in the holster, taking the time to turn back over the expensive glass coffee table in courtesy. "Thank you... We get along much better when you cooperate" he smiled.

"Don't ask me what he wants you for... he didn't say. He just paid me for pointing you to him. He said it had to be secret." said Remmy, taking a recovery sip of the whiskey from the shock that had almost given him a heart attack.

"Believe me... I'm not asking you... He's not stupid enough to tell a mob boss that." he said, walking over to the door. "If I were you, I'd remove the phone bugs, violation of privacy and attempting to blackmail are seriously offenses... Next time I'm around... I'll inspect your lines and if they haven't been taken out... you are going to a cell." he said.

Remmy watched him walk out the door and ruffled his paws through his hair. He had no idea that Janus had known about the wiretaps for this long. He had felt that they had built up a good working relationship and Remmy had also helped to report the large drug traffickers inside the club and get them squarely arrested.

Until a few days ago, all was normal. A regular of the bar, who used to come with a group of his research associates suddenly turned up on Remmy's door, asking to speak with him. He tells him that he must contact DEA Officer Janus Everson and ask for him to meet with him at this location. He then disappears without a trace and Remmy just forgot about it, until Janus came to his door. He was uncertain why Mr Greyfell had chosen to make contact this way but it must have meant that he was being watched and he was unsure about being followed.

Oh well! he thought, calling one of his employees upstairs to tell him to removed the wire taps. "It's not my problem anyway..."