*Astrid*
As we arrive at Dan’s former workplace to have a chat with Gert we quickly realize that the club is hosting its annual holiday party.
The soft melody of a Christmas classic hums in the background, almost drowned out by the murmur of the well-heeled crowd mingling around us. The air is rich with the scent of pine and expensive perfume. As we make our way across the opulent room, I notice the twinkling Christmas lights casting a warm glow on everyone, giving the illusion of merriment that doesn't quite reach their eyes.
Zac suddenly veers towards a table lavishly spread with refreshments. I roll my eyes but follow, knowing better than to let him out of my sight, especially when he's in one of his moods.
Gert Davidsen, our person of interest, spots us before we reach him, his fac
