Chapter Forty-OneWe found a parking spot across the street from the tattoo parlor. Diggy didn't need me to point him to the club, he not only knew who Nagy Farkas was, he also knew the place. There was still an hour before the door would open to the public, which I told Diggy during the drive over, and he chose to ignore. He knocked once, pressed the intercom and waited thirty seconds. No one answered. Unlike Vincent, Diggy had no qualms of acting impolite and no inclination of being ignored. He leaned on the intercom and kept his finger pressed. I should give it to them, it took the people inside about seven minutes before someone opened the door, and the blackest scowl I'd ever seen greeted us on a face dark with blue and black ink. The aura was blue with a slight shimmer in the inner li
