The Dancer

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Sally Sunrise, not her real name, sported blonde hair, heavy-duty gum and body makeup. From the neck down, she was world-class. From the neck up, she had echoes between her ears. At least, that was what Stan DeMarco, the stage manager of the Hungry Miner Men’s Club said.
DeMarco ran the ladies in and out with cynicism and efficiency. Half of the male population in the small, grubby mining town of Sledge would have changed places with a man whose business it was to herd mostly naked ladies from place to place, but DeMarco hated women. Not only women, the short ugly man hated everybody. He kept Pit Bulls.
C. Tanner Brown, owner of the Sun Detective Agency, had been called by the Continental Insurance Agency to investigate a series of thefts from the safe in the manager's office. Brown began his investigation at the theatre with Stan DeMarco. "Tell me why you suspect Miss Sunrise?"
"I saw her at the safe. I didn’t see her spinning the dial, but she was standing in front of the open safe."
"Show me, please."
The little man took Brown back stage to a dark office. The name 'Anthony DeMarco' was written in chipped gold on the pebbled glass of the door. DeMarco opened the door to his office and walked in past his desk to an open safe in the wall directly in line with the door.
Tanner listened to the brass door closer whistle as he walked in. He glanced up at it. He muttered, “Broken.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing. That the safe, Mr. DeMarco?"
"Yeah. It's always open. I'm in and out of it a lot. It's too much trouble to lock it every time."
"Where were you standing when you saw Miss Sunrise?"
"I was outside at the stage with a direct view inside the office. I would have grabbed her right then but I got a phone call. By the time I got back, she'd skipped."
“Has anything changed in the office since then? Anything physical. Anything at all, no matter how small.”
“No. Nothing. Everything’s just the same.”
Tanner left the small office and went out to the stage. A brunette was using three birds with exceptional training to dance to the music of a loud three piece band. A voice came from his side and below him. "You going to do anything?"
Tanner turned to see DeMarco's unpleasant little face. "I'll talk with the lady, then we'll see."
DeMarco punched his finger into Tanner's chest. "You get the money from that ditzy broad, or you’ll be in court."
Brown decided he wouldn't put off disliking DeMarco. He'd start right now. “I’ll conduct a complete investigation, Mr. DeMarco.”