It was twelve o’clock midnight, and only a few folks were stirring about on Bourbon Street. Strange, I thought. The city that never slept must be taking a nap.
I stood in front of the neon sign that read, Mephistz. The very same bar Jeffery and I were abruptly asked to leave. I must’ve lost my mind because here I stood once more, a glutton for punishment. Stupid, I know. I was about to make the same dimwitted mistake, only this time I had a completely different purpose. Tonight had nothing to do with partying.
Rather, I came to follow through with a promise I’d made to a dying friend or, should I say, dead. I shivered, but that wasn’t my only reason. If this stranger with the gold-eyes had any information leading me to my child, I had to take my chances.
I looked down at my hands. They
