We reached the club, and the neon lights from the club threw shadows across the street. The girl stared nervously at the warehouse-style building in front of us. The sign flickered in red and gold: Imperial Club.
“There,” she whispered, pointing toward the double doors guarded by two bulky men in black leather jackets. “This is where they always go… the men that… that hurt Grandma.”
I scanned the building, then I turned to her. “Listen to me. You wait right here. Reynold and I will go inside, find the guy, and deal with it. You stay outside. You’ll be safe.”
She shook her head immediately. “No… no, I—I don’t want to stay out here alone! What if they see me? What if they come outside?”
I exhaled, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. “It’s more dangerous inside. We don’t know what we’re
