Marley This place is huge, with big iron gates that look like they’re designed to keep the world out. The building looks like an expensive ski lodge, and I have to wonder just how much money this club has. Their criminal activities must be very lucrative. I bet the people inside feel safe knowing no one can get through these gates without someone opening them first. I pull my car up in front of the gates. Being on this side of them is making me nervous. I felt sick the whole drive over here. Even with the baseball cap and sunglasses, I was scared someone would see me. Someone who knew me, and then I would be chased, caught, and taken back to the monster who still haunts my dreams. What would happen to the man I rescued then? He would never know what happened to me, and he would have n

