Chapter 8
Quinn and Indy pushed through the smoky glass doors of Twilight. Quinn stood still while her eyes adjusted to the atmosphere. The room immediately gave off the same feeling as the glossy flyer Ryan had given her. Sleek and mellow. The tables were black and shiny, as was the bar itself. A purplish glow illuminated the edge of the bar.
It was like stepping into a vintage movie. She could almost smell the clouds of cigarette smoke that would’ve hung in the air if Chicagoland hadn’t gone smoke-free. Even as a nonsmoker, she could appreciate a smoke-filled blues bar. She scanned the area to find Indy. The woman walked like she owned the place. She flicked her wrist for Quinn to follow. She’d already nabbed a table.
Quinn wove through the crowd carefully, afraid her short dress woul
