"Who’s she?" Kirk asked.
"You remember Jasper Robinson?"
"Yeah—used to run few gambling spots back in the day."
"Rain is his daughter. She was a small timer; a little coke, a little heroin when she could get it. But my sources tell me that she retired and took over JR’s night club and his gambling interests after her father died."
"PR?" Richards asked.
"Could be," Kirk said as one of the uniformed officers came in the room.
"Detectives, I just talked to a lady who saw a man and a woman leaving the building after she heard the shots; said they got in a gr
ay Taurus."
"She give you a license number?"
"No sir."
"What about a description?"
"She didn’t get a good look at them. Only that they looked like they were in a hurry."
"Thank you, officer. Go ahead and get that out on the wire."
"Already done, detective, and we got a report that a gray Taurus was seen in the area of another murder."
"Another one?" Sanchez asked.
Kirk looked in the kitchen at the dead man. "I guess you gave somebody up. Any details?"
"Witness said the Taurus stopped, pushed the body out and drove away."
"Think we should take a look?" Richards asked.
"No, I’d rather ride by JR’s and see what Miss Robin-son has to say about all this," Kirk said, and him and Richards left the apartment and headed for JR’s.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Nick and Rain were on the way back to her apartment when her cell phone rang. "This Rain."
"You need to get down to the club," a female voice said.
"Who is this?"
"It’s Rose from the club."
"What’s goin’ on?"
"We got robbed."
"What?"
"I said—"
"I heard you. What happened?"
"Five of them came through the back door with guns. Two of them hit the safe in the office and the other three took the gambling room."