Chapter Thirteen
Elizabeth made her way through the quietly bustling dining area, around the dance floor, and past the elegantly decorated restrooms, around the corner into a dimly lit and unmarked corridor which, appearing to be for maintenance purposes, did not invite the casual patron. The club owner, however, breathlessly excited, made her way swiftly and surely farther down the semi-illuminated passage until she found the particular embossed panel she had sought. This floor-to-ceiling decorative brass accent looked much like any other she had passed at regular intervals, but when she pressed a certain stud concealed beneath the filigreed detail, the entire thing, counterweighted, pivoted easily aside. Striving tremblingly for calm, she stepped into the inner realm of the club, and le
