Daughter of the Dead Part 5

Daughter of the Dead

Case 1

Part 5

By: Chase L. Currie

The Rathole lived up to its name when Icarus found it a couple of blocks away from the guild hall. He walked down the small steps to the old wooden door, pushed it open to find a room full of humans, dark elves, and rat people. The heavy metal music pounded against his ears like a jackhammer, and he had to yell to order a drink.  

                The rat man placed the better bottle in front of him as Icarus dropped two silver coins for the drink. He turned to scan the room looking for Lowell, but he didn’t have very much luck. He drank his beer, loving the taste of the alcohol on his tongue. He forgot how much he enjoyed drinking, back home he didn’t drink at all. He ended his time as a Paladin in the army with a drinking problem, but he could not drink here, it would look odd for him not to be holding a beer. He prayed this dancing demon wouldn’t come back to his life.

                The music dropped with the bartender asking, “What are you looking for?”

                He glanced over his shoulder and said, “A good time.”

                The rat man nodded at the three women at the end of the bar, all of them had different color hair, none of the colors natural to and of the races. One of the human girl’s hair seems to glow with an odd red light as if there was magic under it while the other two had non-magical hair. They were all prostitutes and Icarus smiled back at the bartender before heading to the women.

                He stopped at the one with the cool blue and green hair and asked, “What is your name love?”

                She looked down at him with lovely red eyes and said, “Cameron, my love.”

                “Nice to meet you. I’m John.” He said. “Would you like to have a drink with me?”

                “You can buy me around, sure.”

                Icarus order her a drink and then asked, “Want to take this somewhere more private?”

                “Sure,” Cameron said with a smile as the music kicked back in. She took his metal hand and led him up to a room above the bar and where the loud music couldn’t reach. The room had a lovely spell over it to help with keeping the metal down to a low roar.

                Icarus sat across from the human lady who could use an extra meal in her workday, but the streets were hard no matter what planet they were on. She shut the door and locked turning to face him with a wicked grin. “A hundred gold coins for an hour,” she told him.

                “What do I get?” He asked.

                “For you,” she smiled at him slowly going to her knees, “whatever you want.”

                Icarus tossed her a card for a hundred gold coins on the table in the corner. She started to crawl over to him letting her ass stick high in the air and the smile never fading as if she enjoyed this part of the job. Maybe, it was the meal she got to eat afterward that made her happy more than the sex.

                “You don’t have to do that,” he told her.

                She stopped dead in her tracks and asked, “You want me to do something else?”

                “No,” He said and leaned forward. “I want some information.””

                She shot back to her face with a deep scowl on her face and mouthing the word, “shit.”

                “I paid,” Icarus pointed out looking at the card.

                She sat away from him, not happy but she did tell him he could get whatever he wanted. “What the fuck do you want?”

                “To talk my love,” He said sitting back crossing his legs and smirking at her. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

                “You a cop?”

                “Not at all,” he shook his head.

                “You have an hour, asshole,” She growled.

                    “Yes, I do.”