Gabe refused to divulge another word about the bodies or the police investigation. The moment I opened my mouth to press him further, he cut me off with a sharp glare, rounded his desk, and personally escorted me down the private elevator away from his office, or whatever that room was.
When the metal doors slid open, the sound hit me like a physical wave, quite different from the heavy muted music within.
We emerged right into the bustling main floor of The Firehearth, where the heavy, floor-rattling bass thrummed through my body and into my chest. The air was thick with the suffocating scent of expensive liquor, sweat seeping through perfumes, and shifters. Lasers of violet and toxic green sliced through the hazy atmosphere, painting the writhing crowd in surreal shades.
Gabe didn't
