She finds Sketchy at Crash.

Crash was as loud as always. Max leaned against the thick steel back door she had snuck in through. It had been a long day and a longer week. She pressed her hand to her head, she was warm. Whatever **** those cops had given her still lingered leaving her with an unwarranted arousal that unnerved her.

Max put those thoughts away, instead focusing on the crowds of people that filled Crash. It was uncommonly busy tonight for some reason but Max didn't care. She had a single mission, find Sketchy and figure out what the hell Greg had been talking about.

"Sketchy!” Max yelled once she spotted him. He was in a tucked away corner where one of the pool tables was kept. He was sitting, almost slumped over a table watching two men Max didn't know play a game of billiards.

Max looked around quickly making sure she didn't know any in the vicinity. If this turned into a scene she would rather nobody she knew saw it.

“Maaxx.” Sketchy grinned, he was well on his way to getting shitfaced but wasn't there quiet yet.

“You talk to Greg lately Sketch?” Max asked gauging his reaction. His eyes widened slightly but then shrugged and looked over her shoulder as if he was looking for him.

“Nope,” he said with a thin lipped smile and stood up wobbling slightly.

“Lets go somewhere more quiet okay?” Max said and grabbed his arm leading him towards the back door. Once they were through the door, just outside in the alley behind Crash Max turned to Sketchy.

“Ok Sketchy,” Max said sternly hoping he would pay attention. “Greg said you had some photos of me. Greg said I would want to see them.”

Sketchy's leaned heavily back against the brick wall then he looked at Max. “So preetty,” he whispered then leaned in as if he wanted to kiss her.

Max pushed him back, “What the hell Sketchy?” He had never dared to try to make a move on her before.

“What?” He laughed, maybe it was the high of cumming all over her face earlier in the day, maybe it was the **** but he was in a risk taking mood. “Youu were all yeshes' early today,” he slurred.

“What are you talking about?” Max eyes narrowed,

Sketchy smiled. “You wanted it so bad Max, what was I shupposed to do?” Sketchy leaned forward against his time his hands brushing up against Max's breasts. “We should do it again...”

Max pushed him back once more shoving her forearm into his chest. “Do what?”

Sketchy's eyes shuttered closed and his head leaned back as if he was remembering something. “You're mouth felt so good around my-”

“No,” Max stopped him. “We didn't,” she thought back to this morning, she had been in the break room, she had blacked out and when she woke up... She could remember the taste in her mouth. “No,” she shook her head, did she? With sketchy? Everything had been so hazy since her encounter with the cops. She couldn't be sure of anything.

“That's why I took pictures.”

“Where are they?” Max demanded.

“Myplace.” Sketchy stumbled forward forcing Max to catch him. She held onto him, making sure he found his feet before leading him towards her motorbike. First things first she would find the photos, then she would kill Sketchy.