THIRTY-NINE
The nightclub was in partial darkness because DC had only a few lights on. He had closed the place for the night, even though Tyrell had said not to. DC, however, figured a firefight and people dying would be bad for business. No, it was easier to put a sign on the door that advised closing was due to a private party, which he did from time to time. The clubbers didn't mind as he would have a happy hour the next day to make up for it.
A long, mirrored corridor brought the guests from the paying booth to the main dance floor. The nightclub was large, with a huge bar that stretched along the left wall. It had blue neon lights on the front and mirrors lining the back wall. An assortment of bottled spirits and liquors sat on glass shelving, which filled the back wall and covered
