Chapter Six
Bright lights hide dark secrets.
I reached Lumika an hour before Gremlin’s appointed time. The temperature outside had dropped again, and I breathed warm air into my hands. Something else to add to my winter ensemble—gloves. Nearby, the howling grates of Barbican underground station spewed steam into the frigid night.
I eyed the neon club from across the street, trying to formulate a plan. There was just one problem. Door security in the form of two hulking bouncers.
Damn.
I don’t know why I hadn’t considered it before. There was no way the bullnecked meatheads on the door were going to let in a has-been like me. I was twenty years too old and a lifetime too uncool for a pretentious joint like this.
As I considered my options, I recalled something from earlier in the day,
