Prologue

Raymond, Oscar, Terrel, Peter, Smith, James… any name you can think of at one point has belonged to this man. He was the smoothest of smooth talkers. The most suave of the suave. Every woman wanted him and every man wanted to be him.

Power, money, sex, women. He felt like he was god. He knew everyone and everyone knew him, it was inevitable.

"Well aren't you pretty." He teased a woman at the bar. She chuckled and turned to face him. She smiled at the man before her.

"Want to get out of here Sweetness?" He asked.

"I don't even know your name." She swooned a bit. He smiled letting his eyes crinkle. Her voice was nasally and high pitched. Utterly annoying. But as he looked at her body, he decided she would still be a good lay.

"Name's Henry Michaels. I'm 28 years old, and you look ravishing in that dress." His intentions were clear, or so he thought.

"You don't look bad in your suit. I'm Amy."

"Well Amy. Let me get you a drink. On me." He decided to say instead of being overly assertive like usual. Which was fine by him. He loved the chase. As he whined and dined the female in front of him the door behind them opened. Now she was a sight to see. Nothing special but she just looked like a mess. There was no way he would hit that.

Her hair was messy and she was all muddy. The only clean thing about her was the duffle bag she carried. It didn't help her case that she wore all leather and a pair of muddied sunglasses. He snorted.

"Hey I thought you were with me?" The annoying girl gathered his attention.

"Of course I am, doll. Just looking at the clown that walked in." The muddy woman bumped into him purposefully after hearing his comment.

"My bad." Her voice was low and raspy. She put her hand into her pocket and walked to the back of the establishment. He looked at his suit coat. Luckily he was clean.

She entered the bathroom and took her hand out of her pocket. She smiled at the leather wallet in her hand and proceeded to check this man out. He had many ID's all fake she supposed. No one could ever have that many names.

However she proceeded with her digging. She stole the fat wad of cash leaving him enough for his drinks and whatever food he ordered with a note on a napkin. Then she put the wallet down and locked the bathroom door. She peeled off her clothes and tossed them into the bin. There was no way she was cleaning those. She freshened up and washed her hair in the sink and then put on a fresh pair of underwear. She opened her duffle bag and slipped on a black dress and her purple bottomed stilettos. Then she put on a bit of makeup so that she looked even more presentable. She sprayed herself with perfume and then pulled on a clean leather jacket. She took the wad of cash and deposited in her pocket along with her cellphone and keys. She grabbed his wallet and walked out of the rest room. As she walked by the two who were both insanely drunk by the time she was done she put his wallet back in his pocket discreetly and ordered herself a scotch.

Once she finished her drink her phone buzzed. She left a few dollars on the bar for her drink and then walked out. She took out her phone and located her ride.

"Are you Lyle?" She asked standing outside of a sleek black car. Her voice sounded smooth and sweet all of a sudden.

"You?"

"Now that will remain a mystery." She got into the car and the two sped off. Meanwhile the man at the bar took his wallet out of his pocket. He was confused. Didn't he have more cash in here? He pulled out the napkin and gritted his teeth. This had never happened to him before. He had always been very aware of everything.

"Give me that!" His lay chimed. He had already forgotten her name.

"Look whoosh da cown-clown now? That's odd." She took out the rest of his money and put it on the counter. Then they made a move to go to his car. Even though he was happy he got the annoying woman drunk enough to go with him he still couldn't help but to be angry at how easy he was victimized. That was something new for him. What really pissed him off was the fact he couldn't put a face to who had done it? It was so blurry in his mind.