My heartbeat quickens as Alexandre, and I enter through the private entrance of the club. He guides me up the wrought-iron stairs to his living quarters on the third level of the building.
At the top of the stairs, we walk up to a small sitting area. He keys in a code at the control panel, and then we pass through a double wooden door frame. When the door shuts, the sounds of the club vanish and silence fills the air.
Quickly, he keys in another series of numbers on the wall.
I take a deep breath as he leads me through a dark room, which looks as if it could be a living room. Then, we walk down a narrow hallway.
At the end of the walkway, he opens a door and turns on a dim light that spills over the room. The flooring is a two-tone gray color of stone and the walls are a mixture of whi
