Harem Reborn

Chapter 219: Used Car Salesman Vibes

I headed out of the hotel with the girls and we made our way down to the Dry Cleaning store that was on the receipt. The city was packed with people moving around, trying to get to work and their morning tasks. When we got to the Dry cleaning place we had to wait in a line with a bunch of irritable people there to pick up their suit and other things that would need the service.

"I'm surprised there is such a lineup here," Latisha said, sticking her head out from the line.

"This might be the only one downtown, but I'm not sure why others wouldn't open up another location if the business is so steady," Grace said, putting a finger on her lip with a thoughtful expression.

"The town ran the last guy out of town, he is very competitive, and his services are shady, to say the least, but he is the only one in the city now. So, if you want to get cleaning done, you have to come here, but the owner has been caught wearing the suits he has got to clean," The lady in front of me said without turning.

That was suspicious, but not really a pervert action, just a creep, but they could be one and the same. Still, we were looking for someone that comes here, not the owner. The line started to move and before we knew it, we were standing in front of a used car salesman.

I mean he was that type, slicked-back hair, shining face, and a cheap suit. The type that just screamed I going to fuck you today, and you're going to like it. The man even pulled out a comb and pulled his hair back, taking a layer of grease off, and then whipping it out to the side, spraying grease on the ground. Maybe I was wrong, this guy had a greasy pervert written and poured all over his face.

"Mmm, what can I do for you and your lovely lady friends? Do they need some of their delicates dried properly? I have a great rate, the best in the city, you won't find it better than at my shop!"

Well, this was cute. I pulled out my badge and set it down on the counter. I listed off the days and times of the thefts and asked him where he was, but I got translucent answers like at home or here at the shop, but the man had no helpers and no way to prove where he was, other than his word. Still, this wasn't enough to lock him up, but someone like this wouldn't just throw away the items, but now he might try to get rid of them. 

I decided that it was best just to play dumb through the whole thing, even teasing and tickling the girl while asking the questions to seem disinterested. At the end of my questions, I smiled, gave him a wave when he extended a greasy hand. After that, we all left the shop and took a short walk around the corner, so we were just out of sight, but we could keep an eye on the back of the shop. 

I wasn't sure if my playing stupid routine worked, but, If the place stayed that busy all day, then he wouldn't beagle to leave until after work, so we had roughly about six hours to get damning evidence. The problem was, there wasn't a single place in the area that had lockers or storage of any kind, and walking around would take too long.

"What do you guys think?"

"I tried to ask Mom, but she can't help us with this, it's part of the mission," Aquina said as we brainstormed.

"Let's go ask Branson, the station isn't far from us, and as you said, we just have to hope he gets stuck with work all day," Grace said while motioning us to follow.

Grace was right, and the trip only took us ten minutes. For being a city, most of the things we needed were in a convenient walking range. I wasn't like Bhan's magic could manipulate things on that large of a scale, but it did make you wonder.

Once inside Branson's office, the girls got told off for breaking the mall wall, but then I got screamed at for it. I knew I should have gone back there! After Branson had run out of spit, he finally went back to sit at his desk.

"There are no vibrators in your hands, so what are you doing here?" Branson asked, glaring at only me.

"Do you know where we can find any lockers that would fit a key like this?"

"That? That's a key for the lockers in the hot tub area above the dry cleaning building. I know the pace. I use the place to relax after having to put the city back together from little shits like you breaking it!"

"Well, then I think we know the culprit." 

"I don't see the vibrators, so until then, keep your asshole to yourself. I don't want to hear your assumptions or opinions, I just want proof!"

I walked out of the station, rubbing my ears. That man knew how to yell and loud, my ears were still ringing from the ear-splitting roars the man had let out. Even though the girls only god stern words, they still had to sit through my de-skinning. Still, we got what we needed, and now it was just a matter of getting the items, but the problem still was, how do we connect the Greasy Dry Cleaner with the Dildos? 

Maybe there was a sign-in sheet or a record of who rented the locker, and there were also hot tubs. I had many fond memories in hot tubs in my past lives, so maybe I could get some one on one time with Sandra if we could get this case closed. There had to be some way to link the guy to them, but, what if we were looking at the wrong person.