CHAPTER ELEVEN
Connie arrived at the clubhouse promptly at seven o'clock. She had followed the directions to the best of her abilities. Alan's directions had been slightly vague, although she supposed the boy had done the best he could.
She could smell pot as soon as she reached the door, and when it was opened, the air was thick with the odor.
The clubhouse was in the basement of a building that had been marked for demolition. Apparently, nobody had complained about the boys using the premises.
Alan answered the knock, and she could see little of the dimly-lit room behind him. He was dressed in Levi's and a tee shirt. Connie wore a pants suit, and she had nothing on under it.
"Come on in!" the boy said, a little nervously.
Connie stepped inside quickly. She herself was feeling quite
