Less than an hour later, I step through the front doors to the House of Music. It’s a classic art nouveau building with lots of lavish murals, faux jade, and swirling lines. I straighten the lapel of my tuxedo and step into the ballroom.
There’s no sign of Lexa.
Hands down, this is one of the most unhinged things I’ve ever done. Chances are, Lexa is enhanced to give me hallucinations. Face to face was one thing. Now, I’m getting long-distance messages.
I step around the edge of the room. Music swells. Couples tango on the dance floor. The lights dim.
Still no Lexa.
I’ve given this enough time. Come tomorrow morning, I can return to Silver Pharma and press the Gray Woman for answers. Lexa probably doesn’t understand what injections she received anyway.
An image appears in my mind. It’
