I let myself into the club several hours before we opened. Corinne hadn"t been in her apartment, so I figured she"d be here.
"Can we talk?" I approached the corner booth she was sitting in while she looked at the ledgers. I"d long ago learned that she liked to do that out here, rather than in the small dressing room, and I didn"t blame her. While it was big enough for our needs, there was always a faint whiff of stale sweat behind everything.
She looked up in surprise, having not heard me come in. That wasn"t like her, she must have been distracted. It couldn"t be the ledgers making her like that. They wouldn"t be any different from every other week.
"Of course, come here." She shuffled over so I could scoot into the booth beside her.
I glanced at the bar, wondering whether or not it w
