“Yes, sir.”
“Damn.”
Did she like to dance was the code phrase asking if Miranda was tied to Haze, a BDSM club on the outskirts of the city. It fed the least desirable customer and had made a name for itself by escaping any number of lawsuits. The owner was an expert in iron-clad contracts for every kind of play within the factory turned den of despair’s walls, and the right amounts of money were paid to the right people to keep it in business. Lucian would have taken the direct route and seen it burned to the ground years ago, regardless, but his father’s mob cronies were both the clientele and the people paid to keep the club running. Lucian’s ownership of Club Break, an establishment at odds with everything Haze stood for, was well known by Hendrick’s people, as was Lucian’s disdain for Haze.