Chapter Seven
Faye
The snow was falling heavily as Faye pulled up to Club Nightshade in her new silver Bentley. She got out of the car and frowned down at the white powder, which was already making an impact on the parking lot. She made a mental note to call a plow service.
“Good evening, Ms. Dunbar,” said the security guard sitting on a stool at the front entrance. It was still early – just past five-thirty, and the club was quiet.
“Good evening, Honi,” replied Faye. “Nice weather we’re having, huh?”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me. You know the place will still be jam-packed tonight. Snow or not, it’s the best party in town.”
“I have to agree with you there,” she replied. “This little town wouldn’t know what to do without Club Nightshade.”
“You got that right. Anyway, you look
