The Wonderland Club (A reverse Harem Story)

*Detective Rowan King*

“Hey rookie! Let’s go. I have other plans today!” My new partner calls from the door that leads out to the reception area of the station.

I quickly grab my gun and badge from the drawer of my desk and have to practically jog to catch up to him. A few of the guys chuckle and wish me luck, which only affirms the rumors I’ve heard about my new partner, Detective Ashton. Rumor has it he’s a hothead veteran cop who doesn’t enjoy working with anyone. What people in the station don’t know is I’m exactly where I need to be.

When I finally push out of the front doors, I see him climbing into one of the unmarked cars parked in front of the station. He picked one of the new ones the city has been shelling out tax payer money on. The scowl he’s getting from one of the other detectives tells me they had plans to use the car and got pushed aside. I nod at the uniforms walking in as I make my way to the car, and barely get in before Detective Ashton pulls out. A second later, I’m grabbing onto the door as he speeds out of the parking lot like a fucking maniac.

Horns blast at us as he weaves through traffic at law breaking speeds, cutting people off as he goes. Thanks to us being in an unmarked car, they have no idea they’re honking at two cops. Not that it would make a lick of difference, since Detective Ashton is unfazed by any of it.

“So, where are we going?” I ask him.

“To wonderland kid.” He says, throwing me a wicked smile.

“Wonderland?” Is he talking about the kids' story?

“That’s right. There’s been a murder at the Wonderland Club. Ever heard of it?”

“Can’t say that I have.” I say, taking my phone out and search the name.

Nothing shows up.

“It doesn’t seem to be listed anywhere.” I point out.

He chuckles. “It isn’t. The place is a mystery. No one who goes in comes out with a single memory of being there. All they get for their trouble is a shitty hangover and blocks of their memory gone.”

“You’ve dealt with people coming from the club?” I ask him.

“A bunch of them end up stumbling around and causing trouble. We pick them up and once we start asking questions, they can’t remember a thing. It’s no secret that they come from that club, but we never have enough evidence to go in and interview anyone. Until today.” He winks at me and gets a sinister smile on his face.

He thinks this is a big break for him and right now he could use one. There is talk that he’s gone off book one too many times and the big guys are not happy about it. Rumors have been going around that he’s taken payouts and sampled some goods on the side from drug busts. He’s a pissed off cop with nothing to lose, and they are the most dangerous kinds. When he turns on the radio and starts blasting some old rock songs from the 90s, I know he’s done talking, so I decide to do some more research on the Wonderland Club.

I turn to the guy who can find out almost everything about anyone. He was one of the many hackers who were offered a deal of no jail time if they work with law enforcement and is one of the best in the business. So I send him a quick text and ask him to see what he can find on this elusive club. While I wait, I look up the reports already entered into the system.