Chapter Twenty
The rock music and raucous atmosphere started up as quickly as it had stopped. Lincoln led me through the bar and out the rear entrance I had spotted when I first arrived. Out back, an old gravel parking lot carpeted with weeds, stretched off to a chain-link fence illuminated by a single security light—probably what passed for a smoking area in this part of town. A pair of rickety wooden chairs and an upended beer crate offered the only semblance of furniture. Despite the noise inside the club, it was quiet once the door closed. Only the ever-present hum of traffic thrummed from the flyover above, while a pair of nearby crickets chirped in the night air.
Lincoln dropped his bulky frame into a wooden chair and kicked the other one out a few inches. Probably the closest I wo
