"Mr. Luken, we're here," Gil announced from the front passenger seat as the limousine pulled up to the edge of the nightclub. The red light district is famous for its hosts and hostesses who roam the streets after sunset, drawing customers to their place.
"Gil, have you contacted Nick?" Luken asked while putting on his gloves.
Sitting across from him in the limousine, the skinny guard bowed. "Mr. Nick has informed me that Mr. Allen's progress has improved over the past month, sir. No more problems with his memory."
Luken's eyes flashed. After Allen's memory was completely erased he felt a little relieved, but at the same time empty. Luken had kept the boy at a temporary distance after their fight in the armory, not feeling that he had left him for the past month or so. Not hearing a sou
