Chapter 25 Neon Lies

• Club Octana pulsed with music that made Santino's bones vibrate. Strobe lights turned the crowd into a living kaleidoscope. Beautiful people doing beautiful things with beautiful drugs.
• Santino sat in the VIP section, watching it all through one-way glass. The scotch in his hand had gone warm an hour ago. He hadn't touched it.
• Salvatore appeared at the table like a ghost. Perfect suit. Perfect smile. Perfect lie.