Chapter 1It was another Saturday night in another club. Another band played another pounding techno beat that was meant to inspire wild dancing and lots of body rubbing, but that wasn’t doing anything for Aaron except giving him a massive headache.
Aaron waved to get the attention of the bartender, who seemed to be interested in everything but his patrons. The service had slipped some since Aaron’s last visit. That wasn’t exactly surprising, as the last time he’d been there it had been a dark little place called Madison’s and not the neon-spattered warzone now called Dante’s. He’d also been ten years younger, which could explain why the service had been more attentive. It was sad, really, how age had a way of creeping up on a person. One minute Aaron had been twenty-two, hooking up with a
