Nine
My car’s clock read just after midnight—thanks to the club not opening until 11:00—when I finally found a spot half a block up from where my GPS said Notre Dame was supposed to be. I’d lived not far from here for years and I’d never heard of it. Then again, if they catered to the magical community, I’d have no reason for it to have been on my radar before now. I sat in the driver seat debating whether to go in with my g*n. It would give me an added layer of protection, but I didn’t know what I was walking into. Besides with other magically inclined people inside, I could easily lose the advantage. I stowed it in the glove compartment, but kept my badge clipped to my belt.
“Line forms over there, sweetheart,” a pale-skinned, bald, and thickly muscled bouncer said. He pointed to the l
