How a place so lovely could hide such ugliness, Danny would never understand. Even the back door had a certain charm about it, framed with rose bushes. From his crouched position to the left of the door--out of range of the security cameras--he could hear swishes of movement coming from inside. He'd sent a quick text to Margot telling her he was headed to the club to gather intel and her response had been less than encouraging: a series of curses and angry emoticons telling him to wait for the professionals, and stay put until they arrived. But he couldn't stay still. Not when that haunted look came over Robin's face and he knew there were so many others that they’d both left behind at the Blood Oasis. He had to help.
Footsteps thumped inside and he froze, the movement tightening his leat
