Chapter Nineteen
I was back on the path to vengeance, and I knew where it led.
The Regent Movie Theatre was a closed-down hulk of a place situated on the shoulders of the Northdown Estate. From a distance, it looked beautiful, its 1940s architecture decayed in a way that whispered antique. Up close, however, timeworn cracks in the veneer became clear—the windows were all boarded up, and the building held the unoriginal scribbling of graffiti artists. When I drove past the place, two bored-looking thugs were sitting around outside, doing a crappy job of being inconspicuous. It was clear that they were sentries.
Maybe this is the place after all.
With only a single word from Chelsea and Stoyanov’s mention of movies, I’d taken a leap of faith in tracking down Aisha. The only match for “Re
