CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Riley felt a burst of anticipation as she followed the tall man named Lars into the club, with Bill and Jared close behind her. Whoever had called out just now seemed to have recognized Andrew Farrell’s name.
Maybe they were about to get a break.
Inside, the club was spacious. It was even more impressive than the exterior, with the same smooth gray-blue surfaces. There was a high gallery looming above the bar and the tables, and a stage and runway with poles jutted out from one wall. Rising from the back of the stage was a majestic stairway that weirdly reminded Riley of the one in the Farrells’ home—except that this one was smaller and more tasteful.
The place was dark now, but Riley could easily imagine what the place would look like with dancing lights and scanti
