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Curtis waited for the any signs of life at the Den. The club didn’t open for a couple hours, but that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t show up before that. Kara and Lexy’s mom waited in the backseat. No one said a word. Finally, a light went on and he saw someone walk by the window. He hopped out, locked the doors and hurried to the club’s front door. It took ten knocks before someone answered.
A man wearing a black laced-up renaissance-style shirt and brown leather pants answered the door. He had on tall cuffed boots and a sheathed dagger at his hip.
“You must be Mick.”
The man looked over Curtis, then noted the car sitting across the street. “And you are?”
“Curtis. I’m a friend of Jared’s. He’s in trouble.”
Mick stepped back and let him in. Showed him to the back of the room, down a
