The lady killer was a cute little thing, and she looked like someone who could take care of herself. Good for her, but it didn't help him in determining what her motive could be. Maybe she had her own score to settle? He couldn't help himself for grinning when he saw where the men were taking her. That wasn't where they were supposed to go, but he could hardly blame them. He, and they, knew there was a door to the back alley in that room. But he had expected that much, and things would still be taken care of.<br/><br/>However, there was more to the room than met the eye. It was where those who met up and felt the need for a quickie went. What happened in the dark room, stayed in the dark room. He had never had the urge to have a look around in that room, but from what he had heard it could be quite sticky in there at times. Snickering to himself he moved away from the table and into the backroom while he wondered if the broad would find any of the toys he heard was laying around in there. Man, this place was shady.<br/><br/>Scarface felt certain she wouldn't slip away. He had people who would let him know when the broad would come back out from that room. They were under strict instructions not to make contact with her, if anybody would be making contact with her it would be him. And if she left, she would be followed.<br/><br/><br/>