Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sophia stood outside a fur factory transformed into a nightclub. Like the surrounding buildings, it was a slab of white concrete stained dark from nearby factories, but while the factory windows were sparse and black, the windows on the nightclub’s second floor glowed ruby red, silhouetting people’s heads. A line of people strung loosely outside along a length of plastic grass. Sophia kept away from them.
Olesya and Damien emerged from the club, Olesya shaking her head. ‘All clear,’ she said. ‘He’s not in there.’
‘Security has never seen him,’ Damien said.
‘You sure Jay’s here?’ Nasira said. She’d checked the rear of the building and also come up empty.
Sophia pulled out her phone and dialed. ‘Aviary.’
‘Have you found Jay?’
‘That’s why I’m calling,’ Sophia said.
