Chapter Thirty-Two
Mark Riley agreed to meet Harry at the Merlin Nightclub, an imposing grey granite building on North Terrace. The premises had started life as a gentlemen’s club, a place where high society men gathered to conduct business in a private space. Its current patrons had little in common with the high society men of that distant era. The Merlin was one of the city’s hot nightspots for young people looking for s*x and other forms of entertainment.
Harry remembered the car park, the scene of a triple murder he’d investigated with Carl several years ago, was located at the rear of the building. He directed Nigel to the entrance off the lane that ran behind the row of buildings fronting North Terrace.
They rang the bell on the back door of the club and waited. The door was open
