Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

The cabbie watched as she stepped out of the cab, her red skirt rode just below her hips and fully exposed her deep inny belly button, the size of a quarter and in a vertical oval. He drove off after receiving the cab fare. The Bird Cage was definitely active as night fell on Miami. The beach and the surf rolling in on the sand could be seen from the pole lights of the parking lot as well as the full moon that started to show up in the clear sky. The lot was full of cars of various types, ranging from RX7's to Porche 944's Mercedes, Ferrari's, Lambergini's, and just about anything else in between. The front of the club was active with coeds and students mingling around waiting to go in or just waiting for their dates or friends. A bouncer was in position at the front door, and took up the cover charge as people went in. A thin blue wrist band, with BC inscribed on it, was given to those entering so they could get back into the club if they chose to go outside for air. The club itself was a one story structure that had a large wooden dance floor with a lit up ball circlling around the floor from the ceiling. The enclosed DJ's booth was against the wall to the left of the dance floor, and played the sounds of the 80's, 90's, and modern dance music. Currently the long version of Dead or Alive's, You Spin Me Round was echoing out of the speakers throughout the club. The dance floor was packed. Tables and booths surrounded the dance floor and waitresses moved about, taking orders and bringing them to the tables. They were dressed in Daisy Duke shorts, and belly shirts, Bird Cage across the front of the shirts. Others brought orders of sandwiches, wings, salads, and other menu items from the kitchen. There was also a long oak bar in the club, all the bar stools occupied by students, their girlfriends or guys who were there regular just to take in the sights and drink. Some stools were empty and those belonged to those on the dance floors, their drinks still there waiting for them to return. Two bartenders were behind the bar, one served each half of the bar. The shelves behind the counter filled with every kind of liquor imaginable and numerous kegs indicated a wide variety of draft beer served as well. The wall also favored the list of beers served as well as the liquors. A hallway led off the main area of the club to the restrooms. At the other side of the club was the VIP tables, where Brad Whitaker's private table was located. A hallway off that section led to the main club office as well as Whitaker's private office, and a doorway also led downstairs into the basement of the club. There was the wine cellar and a secret entrance to a room only known about by Whitaker and one of his lieutenants. It was hidden under the stairs and accessed by a cyphon lock. Behind the bar was also a set of stairs which led down to the store room and wine cellar. Whitaker was in the club, as he set back at his private table. He was dressed in a button down blue shirt, with brown trousers and a suit coat. His shoes were quite expensive as well as the gold ring he wore on his ring finger with his family's crest on it. He was on the phone while he sipped on a screwdriver and watched the activity out in the club.