Chapter 6
Frost crunched beneath Lucian’s boots as he climbed the stone stairs leading to the front entrance of Club Bliss. Early morning fog crept along the ground, and Lucian waved a keychain in the shape of a crown over the sensor next to the two-story wooden doors. Clouds obscured the view of the city that the cliffside location offered, and the first terrace parking lot was empty save for the cleaning crew’s vehicles, Clark’s Jag, and Lucian’s Rover.
Sunday morning mass at Bliss was not heavily attended. Sunday night mass at Club Break, however, would see many more penitent souls.
Lucian waited for the cathedral door to swing open, stepped into the narthex, and swiped his pass over the entryway sensor. The interior service lights were on, and the harsh fluorescence stripped away an
