*Astrid*
The neon buzz of the sign 'Long Legs' seems almost too bright in the dimming light of dusk. I take a deep breath, my hand hesitating at the door, a brief thought for Zac, who's back at the precinct, probably dealing with the airline. I left him in charge of pushing our trip one day. Maybe it's best he's not here, I think to myself, considering his penchant for distraction… and the nature of this place.
As I step inside, the heavy bass of music pulses through the air, mixed with the scent of cheap perfume and alcohol. It's disorienting, not the kind of place I usually find myself in for work, but this is the adress Charlotte send and the trail has gone cold everywhere else.
Approaching a burly man by the door, his eyes narrow, taking me in. "Can I help you, miss?" he asks, his v
