Page 62 of Precise Justice

“Follow them. Quick turn around and don’t lose them,” Robbie frantically said.

There was no traffic on the street. Stephanie wheeled her car around and took off after the Toyota. She saw it turn right at the corner and followed it.

“Are you going to tell me…”

“Don’t lose them,” Robbie said.

“I won’t. What did you…”

“They kissed,” Robbie said.

“What? I mean like how?”

“Like a kiss. On the lips. Two guys. That’s how,” Robbie answered.

“Okay, so, they’re gay. So what?”

“He, the driver, is one of the guys that gang raped Holly!” Robbie almost yelled.

“Oh, shit, yeah, that’s right. But…”

“Don’t ask me.”

“Maybe he’s you know, bisexual,” Stephanie said.

“He’s a mean, sick, twisted gay boy and the more I think about it, the more It makes sense,” Robbie said.

“Okay, that’s it…”

“He turned,” Robbie said.

“I saw it. Who is this guy and how do you know him?” Stephanie asked.

Robbie looked at Stephanie then said, “I’m almost a hundred percent certain I knew him at Margaret Sanger Middle School. He was older and bigger than me, bigger than most kids. He was mean, a bully always picking on little kids.”

“I’ll bet he had gay feelings even then,” Stephanie said. “He’s headed for the highway, Highway One Hundred. He picked on little kids so he could tell himself he wasn’t gay.”

“Makes sense,” Robbie said. “Don’t lose him.”

Less than five minutes later the Toyota exited the freeway on Highway Seven. He went back toward Minneapolis but only for half a mile. He then turned left into a parking lot almost full of cars.

The elaborate, muti-colored flashing neon sign in front of the large nightclub read,The Blue Lagoon.

“Just find a place to park. Don’t follow him,” Robbie said.

“The Blue Lagoon,” Stephanie said. “Isn’t that supposed to be the hottest LGBTQ plus club in the Upper Midwest?”

“I’ve heard of it. There’s a spot right up ahead,” Robbie replied.

“I’m glad you’re here to help me drive,” Stephanie said.

“Oh shut up. Yes, I’ve heard of it. It’s supposed to have two sides. An adult side to serve alcohol and a minor’s side where they don’t serve alcohol. Or, at least they’re not supposed to.

“There they go. Are they holding hands?” Robbie asked.

Stephanie had parked by now, facing the building. The two young men they were following were walking toward the building.

“Are we gonna follow them inside?” Stephanie asked.