4: Chase.

A low bassline thumps as I step into the private room and look around. There’s a long velvet couch against a wall and a table in front of it. There’s a fresh drink waiting for me, and I turn to the guy watching the door.

“Are there cameras in here?” I ask, and he nods. “Do you sit out here the whole time?” He nods again as I pass him my credit card. After he runs it for the two grand, he passes it back, and I place it with the roll of money Tino gave me when we walked in the club. “Any chance you can give us some privacy?”

“It’s time for my break.” He takes the roll and tucks it into his pocket. “And I forgot to tell someone to watch my chair while I’m gone.”

“And the cameras?”

“Damnedest thing.” He reaches over and clicks his computer. “They’ve been acting up all night.” The screen goes black, and I nod.

Without another word, I walk over to the couch and take a seat. I check my watch, wondering how long it’s going to take Cathy to come in here. Cathy, if that’s really her real name.