ALEX.
"Alexander Black," someone says behind me.
I turned to find a man in his early 40s, with a serious expression, his black suit tailor-made. "Yes, that's me."
"A pleasure, Dominik Zelger, I'm the owner of the club," he introduced himself.
"The pleasure is mine. I want to thank you for allowing me to conduct the investigation."
"No problem. Demian is a good friend, and if I can help his cousin, I'll gladly do it. Did you find what you're looking for?" He glances at the screens, and I wonder what Demian and Dominik have to do with each other.
I turned my attention back to him to answer his question. "No, in the videos from that night, you can't see everything that happened, only short periods, nothing I need. The person I'm looking for information on knows the club perfectly, so th
