“I’m sorry, lady. Appointment only.” Kat was told at the stage door. “And Melchior doesn’t do appointments.”
“Tell him to say that Vincent Vadim is here to see Melchior. That should work,” said Vincent.
“You don’t look like a Vincent,” said the door keeper when she did.
“Don’t judge a book by the cover,” said Kat. “Just tell him. I’ll make it worth your while.” She shook the door keeper’s hand and passed him fifty dollars. “I’ll double it when you come back.”
The door man looked at her a moment, then checked the note. “I’ll deliver your message, but I ain’t makin’ no promises.”
Kat raised her hands to say that was fair enough.
About five minutes later he returned. He just looked at Kat. Who palmed off another fifty. For all she knew he could’ve just had a quick fag break. “He’s agree
