Clubbing: Part V

(Story begins here.)

Isaac looked at Moe once again, his hungover brain slowly making sense of what was going on. Moe was telling him, in his sort of way, that he was going to give him some slack, and would be willing to corroborate with his statement by not trying to actively hinder or assist in the investigation. He nodded his head at Moe at the final understanding, as he uncapped the brandy and took a swig from it. The liquid fire burned as it gushed down his oesophagus, but in its wake it left a warm almost reassuring glow. When it finally settled down in his stomach, Isaac could feel as though his migraine had slipped off away, and that his mind was starting to process things more normally.

``Well?'' Moe said, eyeballing Isaac with an air of expectation. ``What's your next step, Isaac?''

Isaac frowned a little as he tried to get his brain to think of the alternatives. There was something quite off in the narrative that Moe had told him, but he didn't quite get it. At least not at first. After a few more seconds of grinding through what he heard, he finally got it.

``Moe, where did they find the body?''

``Thought you'd never ask,'' Moe grinned as he took the bottle of brandy from Isaac and took a swig of it himself. ``I see you are starting to come back to the world of the less stupid. Welcome back. Anyway, the answer to your question. She was found about three blocks north of here, in a dumpster that was in the alleyway about a block after that `fusion' Irish pizza/pub place. Dumpster's a pretty standard one, unlocked, and that's why she could fit in. If you are thinking of heading out there right this instance, well, I wouldn't if I were you. That's where the cops are swarming right about now.''

``Yes Moe, I'm not that stupid...''

``Hell, how the fuck would I know?'' Moe said as he shrugged his shoulders. ``Drunk idiots always do idiotic things, no matter how smart they were before getting drunk.''

Isaac ignored that dig and thought a little more. The seconds passed on by slowly, their passage unemotionally tracked by the loud ticking of the analogue wall clock hanging just at the wall that backed Moe's work chair. Then it hit him---he hadn't actually figured out who the girl was.

``Moe, something isn't right. You didn't tell me how the girl looks like.''

``The girl they found? Shit man, I thought you knew. Well, platinum blonde-like, great tits, was wearing some kind of black sleeveless number. White girl, lips with really red lip-stick. Heels I think? Can't remember the colour since I never really got to stare beyond her lovely ass and legs, the very things that were causing almost every other straight man within a twenty feet radius want to approach her for a dance, something that you were somehow trying to fend off with your aggressionn or something.''

Isaac frowned again, and he found that his headache was fast returning. There was no way that he could remember all these things, yet somehow he knew that knowing what they were could be a matter between life and death.

``You got a piece of paper and a pen for me to take notes, Moe?'' Isaac asked as he massaged his temples.

``Yeah, of course,'' Moe replied, grabbing the legal pad from the table and a random plastic Bic ball-point pen and chucked both of them to Isaac. ``Here, write them all down before you forget.''

(Story continues here.