The cop from last night.

“Fuck,” Max's silently swore to herself as she saw two cops standing in the Jam Pony lobby, she recognized Frank, one of the men that had fucked her last night. But the other cop she didn't recognize.

“Max Guevara,” Frank said as Max approached them. “We've been trying to track you down all day.”

“What the hell do you want?” Max replied in an angry but hushed whisper.

“Is there someplace we may speak to Miss Guevara in private,” Frank asked, directing his question towards Normal who was listening in.

“Uhh.. yeah, the stock room in the back.” Normal replied, pointing to a door near the back of the building. With a curt nod the two cops began to walk towards the stock room. Max stood for a moment but then followed as she realized she had to figure out what they wanted.