Chapter 12
Doyle yawned as he looked at The Jack Boot’s tall wooden gate. He figured he could do this interview more easily if he had another cup of coffee. He was sure, however, that coffee wasn’t something the club served.
The Jack Boot was relatively quiet at Midnight. As an afterhours club, the peak crowds of the evening didn’t arrive until one or two AM. Those who wanted to avoid the usual bar scene but still wanted something to drink, arrived lots earlier at The Jack Boot, as did those who wanted a favorite spot or an advantageous position from which to cruise.
Doyle stepped up to the door with Kord in tow. Kord seemed more reluctant than Doyle expected.
“Think of this an undercover assignment.”
“You mean pretend that I’m one’a you?”
“Well, sort of. Stand by silently and play a
