He'd not given his name, but most people even remotely related to the underworld would know who she was. Alexia was prolific. There was no caution in her step, coming over, and he supposed she didn't have a reason to be, either. While many in her department were bought and paid for, the criminal element had done well in keeping their money and favors away from the city's star detective. She was the reason the rates were so high. Being caught by her while wearing a badge always meant incarceration and public shaming.<br/><br/>Lauri stayed on the edge of the light, watching as she arrived from the other side. Her coat didn't hide her shapes, and her rhythm of approach was confident. From what he heard, Detective Swifthart didn't have a hard time defending herself, and didn't need to worry about some low-life crook offering information. He looked her over - it wasn't out of character for an informant to be lecherous, and he liked playing his lowly part, tonight. She kept herself strong and that meant she was pleasantly shaped. Someone as astute as her would know what he was thinking.<br/><br/>He joined her underneath the cone of light and shifted the tobacco stick to one corner of his tattling mouth. "Hey, alleys are better than the middle of the square for my health. If people knew I'm selling secrets I wouldn't be much use to you for very long." He moved closer, hands out of his pockets. She had a gun, she'd be an idiot not to, so he made sure she knew he wasn't holding a weapon. Underneath the old bulb and its burning wire he had menacing shadows under his eyes.<br/><br/>She wanted the payment over with. This wasn't her first midnight dealing and she'd rather not get acquainted. Lauri scissored the still unlit cigarette and waved it at her with artistic, nonchalant fingers. "I wouldn't say no to filling you up, if that's what you're offering." He sucked on the inside of his cheek as he considered her body again, slowly painting her with his attention. "Do you get off, detective? With a face like that, and being all fit and shit, you could have a cock at every corner if you wanted." She knew. She'd heard it before. Becoming who she was, she'd probably had to swat away truckloads of offers both from officers and criminals. But hard working people sometimes neglect themselves. He'd turned a few up-tight personalities into down-right thriving whores.<br/><br/>He didn't think she'd be very impressed. He clucked his tongue and put the cigarette back in his mouth. "We said three hundred right? And more if the info's good." He smiled and it was charming, lifting the business end of his paper stick. "And it's good. I'm taking you to the epicenter of the storm. Or at least close." he shrugged to feign modesty. Another step closer. He could touch her if he wanted, and he did extend his hand. Palm up and finger waving. "Comon. I've got mouths to feed." but not with food.<br/><br/>Once he had the money he'd finally put an ember at the end of his smoke and throw away the match. He held up the box for her. A cheap print with most of the matches used. The lid had a symbol on it, a white tree on a red background. Scuffed up and folded unpleasantly. He let her take it. "A club. Kind of busy but you know how that goes." he sighed and there was tendrils of smoke coming out of the nostrils of his elegant mouth. "Let's go."<br/><br/>Not too long after they'd find themselves in a cab, hailed by Lauri, and inevitably paid for by the good detective. The brown supposed leather seats were as well kept as could be expect, with their miasma of tears and scuffs. He finally pulled his hoody down, to reveal his well carved face and cold color eyes. They were going to arrive at a indoors-market, somewhat known to have both vintage high-end goods and down-right crap. It was the perfect cover really, so both artisanal wealth and poor could mingle in the hopes of a bargain. She'd gather as much as they pulled up behind a poorly fenced in area in the back, not the official parking lot.<br/><br/>"Better get rid of that uniform." he said during the ride. It wasn't the black and blue worn by the beat cops, but she did look the part of a lurking detective, even if her lack of color would hide her at first. He unzipped to reveal a clean tank top over long muscles. Lauri was also in shape, though it was mostly usable strength. Good cardio, ruining cunts and mouths all night. Fucking had always been a helluva work-out, the way he did it. He tossed the hood onto her lap, excited to see her get out of her outwear. He'd been dying to have an angel up her tight skirt. This would be just as good. "Keep the cover over your head. Some of these types get skittish around well-known faces."