On the night of Mr. Melvyn's murder, Mr. Earl was sitting in the Boom Boom Bar, watching happy customers throw crisp dollar bills at the dancers. He'd built the place up from nothing and now business was booming.    He had been looking for Skinny, one of his bitches who had been knocked up by some punk, but she hadn't shown up all evening. He'd thought about about sending one of the dancers, Sorry Al, out to find her, but then he'd realized he'd already fired his sorry ass.