Through the alley

Although she was a suburban girl and not yet completely familiar with the city, Katja reckoned that the most direct route to Missy's apartment was a few blocks following the very alley she was currently in. The blonde set off on the recovered police bicycle, her toned legs pushing the pedals and making easy work of the slight incline. A couple of blocks later, however, the incline increased to an actual hill, and Katja decided to pause to get her bearings and ensure she was still heading in the right direction.

"Ain't never seen a white girl perform like dat," Katja overheard a comment accompanied by a cackle echo down the alley from a couple of middle-aged black men smoking cigarettes next to a metal door that they had propped open leading into what looked like a seedy strip club.

"Somethin' about that southern accent just makes my black cock plump up!" the other one agreed with a laugh.

'Could they be talking about Missy?' Katja wondered. After all, the missing cadet was from Mississippi, and her southern heritage was clear to anyone who spend a few minutes with her, and this strip club was located directly between her home and where her bicycle had been found... was it possible that Missy O'Neal was here, maybe being **** into some horrible depravity?

Katja considered whether she should announce herself and interrogate these men as witnesses or suspects... or whether she should try a more subtle approach, maybe even something undercover...? Or should she reject this at this point in order to look for clues at Missy's home? Any other options?