WITH A DRINK IN MY hand, I leaned against the counter and looked around the room. There were a couple of diehard bangers at the front of the stage, waving their hair around more for appearance’s sake than anything else. Jimmy and Cliff were playing pool against Frog and Tiny. Johnny was carving his initials into the pool table, not an easy task while the table was occupied. Some of the other regulars stood around the mosh-pit with their hands in their pockets, or sipping on a drink. The rest had made for the toilet or the bar.
Now that I had a chance to really look, I saw that the threesome I had met were not the only ones in the club. Dotted around the floor were another four groups, identical to the one I had bumped into – two Horsemen and a guy in a long black cloak. The middlemen all
