Chapter 9

• Sebastian’s
• I stepped out of the car as soon as I parked it. I tossed the keys to the valet and strode straight into the bar’s entrance. The bouncers already recognized me—I was a regular, and the owner was a friend. I nodded at Greg, one of Andrei’s guys, and walked in without a hitch.
• The thumping bass of the music hit me instantly. The place was dim, lit only by swirling disco lights. The familiar mix of cigarette smoke and alcohol hung in the air—the signature scent of any bar. The dancefloor was packed, bodies of men and women swaying and grinding wildly to the beat. It wasn’t even midnight yet, but the place was already jammed.