Chapter 3
Cars lined either side of the dimly lit street, barely allowing room for Bertie to squeeze down the centre. I hoped no one would come from the other direction as I searched for somewhere to pull over. The club car park was packed so I found a parking spot on the next block.
It wasn’t the kind of club I’d been to before. From the outside, it resembled a bowls club more than a night club. Smack bang in the middle of a residential area, I would have missed it if I hadn’t used my GPS.
It was already starting to get dark. Trees overhung the footpath, and the shadows loomed. I decided to walk up the middle of the road instead. Music spilled out into the street. The beat was unfamiliar, but I couldn’t help but walk in time to the jazzy rhythm.
There were no bouncers at this club. No
