Chapter 67
- MASON
- The club is the kind of place I’d have liked back before I knew better. Red velvet rope caging in a long line in front, trendy-ish people standing in it, tough guy at the door trying to keep those people out.
- I never understood this. I mean, I get the bouncers. I’ve bounced many a club in my day. But why do people stand in line? Hopeful. Waiting. Wasting their Saturday night.