Frantic, I drive straight to Mike’s.
I don’t bother knocking, I have the key. Andrew my head is spinning to many thoughts to care about manners.
The house is quiet.
Until I walk into the living room and nearly collide with a half naked woman scrambling to cover herself with a bedsheet. She has a British accent and a smile that tells me maybe she thought I was someone else.
“Where is Mike” I ask not interested in small talk or the way she was trying to adjust her bra.
“I don’t know” she smirks. “He said he would be back home later…maybe you could keep me company instead.
I turn around and leave.
There is only one other place he might be.
The club.
The club is loud and bubbling with music. Cigarette smoke fills the air. Red and blue lights illuminate the room, bodies presse
