Twisted Rose

Excerpt:
Ian was sound asleep when his cell phone rang, immediately snapping him awake. As a vice detective he could hear his phone’s ringtone even in his dreams.
Reaching blindly he batted his hand around the top of the nightstand. His fingers brushed the plastic case moments before he heard it hit the floor.
Ian leaned over the side of the bed stretching his body towards the small black case reaching…reaching.
“Ahhh!” With a loud thump he hit the hardwood floor.
“Maybe I should’ve invested in some carpet.” He muttered to his cat who looked at him curiously from under the bed. Henry purred and brushed his long fur up against Ian’s face. Ian snorted the fluffy strands of fur from his nose, grabbing his cell phone as it started to ring again.
“Hello.”
“Ian.” A familiar voice on the phone sobbed. “Gary left me.”
“Good.”
Ian disconnected and laid his cheek against the cool wood looking idly under his bed. Damn there was a dust bunny revolution going on.
He made a mental note to hire a housekeeper to come in regularly. It was a luxury but he didn’t have a lot of time or energy to spend his salary so he might as well make sure the dust bunnies didn’t eat his cat.
The phone rang again.
A glance at the readout told him it was his friend Keith again. What the hell did Keith want? Ian wasn’t known for his empathy and he’d always hated Gary anyway. To his logical mind it was a great solution to a bad relationship. Ian sighed and flipped open his phone. As he lay there he could feel particles on the floor pressing into his skin. He definitely needed a housekeeper.
“Yes.”
“You hung up on me!” Keith said. There was a slur to his voice that told Ian his friend had definitely been drinking.
The detective in him went on alert.
“Where are you?”
“At the club.”
Even with Ian’s well-renowned detective skills that wasn’t enough information.
“Which club?”
“The Twisted Rose.”
Ian bit back a curse. The Twisted Rose was the biggest BDSM club in the northwest. Keith didn’t make the best decisions sober, god knew what he would do drunk in a bondage club while sinking in self-pity.
“Be careful not to get over your head with some big leather daddy.” Ian cautioned. He hated to ask, “Do you need me to come get you?”
Keith sobbed into the phone. “Please.”
Ian sighed. This was why he kept to himself and didn’t make very many friends. Friends are too much fucking work. “I’ll be there in a few. How do I get in?”