I nodded, and he led me to the corner, where we waited for the light until we could cross San Francisco Street and head back west in the general direction of the neighborhood where Jake’s house was located. However, we turned down another street long before we got anywhere close to his house, and then down an alley, where he led me down a steep flight of cement steps to a subterranean door.
“What is this, some kind of speakeasy?” I asked, shooting a dubious glance at our surroundings. Not that I thought Jake would ever take me someplace that wasn’t totally safe, but it definitely felt a little dive-y.
His teeth flashed in the tepid light from the bare bulb mounted next to the door. “Actually, that’s exactly what it was back in the day. Now it’s a club.”
He reached for the handle and ope
