I coax my feet back into my heels, heave myself up off my chair and leave the changing room. Pushing aside the black curtain, I enter the club’s gloom to The Best Things in Life Are Free. Guillermo is back in the 1990s with Janet Jackson and Luther Vandross, and it’s as though he’s pre-empted my entrance, and I’m Janet, he’s Luther and we’re lovers at a fun fair. What’s he doing playing all this cheese? Has some old fart requested this one as well?
After the petty altercations in the changing room, I’m keen for answers, or a resolution at the very least to those dark messages from whoever it is masquerading as Ward. I won’t get one, but I have to do something or I’ll go crazy.
Ignoring a guy in a black suit who is trying his damndest to attract my attention, I head straight for the corri
