Chapter 11

“We’ll talk to this Fat Kenney character and see what he says. I had a feeling Belle was holding back. Maybe I can squeeze something out of her when we go back.”

“She may not have been telling everything she knows, if she did, she’d be out of business. I’m not sure you’ll be able to get anything else out of her. She’s been around and she knows how to keep her mouth shut,” Doyle said.

“We’ll see.” Kord exuded a confidence that piqued Doyle’s curiosity. “So where’s the next club located?”

“Just on the outskirts of the gayborhood.” Doyle gave directions and watched as Kord sped down the street. Late morning traffic was nonexistent which made the short ride even quicker. Philly had a different rhythm than other places and Doyle had gotten used to it.

“There it is, The Jack Boot. Like I said, it’s kind of different from the others.”

“Looks more heavy duty,” Kord said.