Sitting in the darkness, seemingly a constant occupational hazard in his line of work, in his car in a parking lot across the street from a gaudy-lit nightclub. Watching people entering and leaving the club. A constant stream of people. Singles. Groups. Couples. All dressed for a good time. Most laughing noisily and talking in loud voices.
The music inside the club was so loud it could be heard a block away. The red and blue and green neon lights showing a man and woman dressed in clothes from out of the Zoot Suit era of the 40s dancing wildly so bright it lit the night up like a mini sun. The sign said Maud’s in huge letters. Lots of color. Lots of wattage. Definitely a place not for the weak or timid.
Maud’sA club that would attract a guy like Philo Jenks.
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