"His name is Eric. He's a singer at the Lucky Ace."

Pack looked at the picture suspiciously. He had seen the type before: sweet on the outside, heart of hot lead on the inside.

"What about him?"

"Oh, he can get into such a state! One minute he's sweet as can be, the next he's running around, sweaty, screaming into his microphone as if the Devil Himself was after him."

Pack looked at the photo some more. "What's in it for me?"

She motioned to the bedroom...

(continued)