Alejandro stepped out of his shiny black truck and straightened his jacket and tie. His sharp eyes scanned the exterior of Girls, Girls, Girls for any anomalies. As a detective, the habit was as ingrained as the ability to chew gum and walk.

The dilapidated strip club that looked like a health hazard was in one of the seediest parts of town and only attracted jaded locals, thrill-seekers, and those willing to travel to hide their debaucheries from their families.

The shoddy ...