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strangely quiet when we got there. The police tape was
still up and the place had the air of being almost deserted. Of
course, almost deserted didn’t mean completely deserted. There,
leaning against my car was Detective Liza Ramos.
    “ You okay?”
Crystal asked as she pulled up.
    “ I’ll be
fine,” I murmured. “I’ll talk to you later.”
    Walking up to Ramos, as usual I was struck by
how stunning she was. Thanks to Griffin I also knew that she was a
really good cop. She was also not overly fond of me.
    “What have I done now?” I asked.
    Ramos smiled.
“You mean other than setting a self-destruct on your own
relationship.”
    I winced.
That hurt, but then I knew Ramos would go for the
jugular.
    “Any reason you are leaning against my car or
did you run out of real criminals to torture?” I asked.
    “Last night you told us that there were
hidden cameras all through this place. I need you to show me where
they are.”
    “ I think
Hugh, the cameraman, would be a better person to ask about that,” I
said, pulling out the keys to my car and starting towards the
driver’s side.
    “ I would, but
unfortunately it seems the cameraman doesn’t have the world’s
greatest stomach. After he saw Hammy last night he went on a
bender. He’s pretty hungover at the moment and to be perfectly
honest doesn’t smell the best. I wasn’t looking forward to having
him in my car. So you’re my second choice.”
    Well didn’t I feel special. Especially since
her partner was nowhere to be seen.
    “ Fine,” I
said.
    The sooner I
got this done, the happier I was going to be. I had been in the
club before when there was nobody there. I had helped Hugh with the
setup of the cameras when we first started this project. Showing
Ramos the layout of the hidden cameras, I could see her
distaste.
    “Did any of the patrons know that they were
being taped?” she asked as I showed her a camera that took in the
entire first row around the stage.
    “ As far as I
know they weren’t notified,” I said. “Alistair has this whole
undercover filming reputation that he says gives the real essence
of humanity.”
    “ I see a lot
of criminals who do the same thing,” Ramos said.
    “ Unfortunately they don’t have filmmaking awards on their
shelf,” I said. “According to society that is what separates art
from criminal behavior.”
    “ Don’t sound
like you’re too fond of what is happening here,” said
Ramos.
    “ Alistair may
have pretensions about what he is doing here,” I said. “But the
reality is, it is exploitative. These girls have a hard enough job
without some jerk who thinks he is better than them, coming in and
using their lives to win his next award.”
    “ So, not a
fan,” Ramos ventured.
    “ I am very
rarely a fan of the people I work with,” I said
cynically.
    “ Yet you are
still doing it,” said Ramos.
    “ The people
you deal with aren’t that great either,” I reminded her.
    Ramos
laughed. “That’s the truth,” she said.
    Showing Ramos
the area with the workout poles she eyed me speculatively. “So this
is where you were practicing?” she said.
    “Yes, and before you ask, no I am not giving
out a demonstration.”
    “ Wasn’t going
to ask,” Ramos said innocently. “Are there cameras in
here?”
    “ Unfortunately yes,” I said.
    “ So you’re
telling me there is footage of you swinging on this pole.” Ramos
looked a little too happy at that prospect.
    “ Number one,
despite a great deal of practice, I never got to the swinging level
of competency. I was more in the trying to heft myself up and
requiring some assistance level. Number two, before a few of us
would practice we would stick something over the camera to stop it
from taping us.”
    “Like what?” asked Ramos.
    “Depended on where the camera was. If it was
poking out between something we would put some fabric from one of
the costumes over it. Sometimes I’d cover the lens with duct
tape.”
    “Just as a question,