A mission in California proved a total bust. Just unsubstantiated rumors. No real proof of anything. A complete waste of time. But as the pair took an evening stroll through a particularly vibrant section of Los Angeles, Ken thought of a way to get some use out of the trip.
The night was young, and the elderly woman who owned their safe house encouraged them to visit and explore the city. Dakota, more than anything, needed a little relaxation, so Kenna took him to West Hollywood and stopped at the first decent-looking building where she could hear music and happy voices. A club. Industrial style. The boom-boom-boom of deep bass could be felt through the cinderblock walls and sidewalk out front.
All the people waiting to get in, though there weren’t too many, had dressed up nicely. They
