DANTE:
“Xavier has agreed to meet with you at the Bone Brothers club in thirty minutes,” Boyle informs me.
“Good,” I say to him, grabbing my coat. “You should head home to keep an eye on my wife. Make sure she doesn’t leave the house with Tamara or anything of the sort.”
He nods.
I drive out of the office, heading to the club to meet Xavier.
The Bone Brothers club sat on the edge of town, a low-slung concrete monolith with a heavy steel door and a single, flickering red light above the entrance. The only sign of life was the dull, rhythmic thrum of bass vibrating through the pavement.
The bouncers in tailored black suits stood before it. They didn’t ask for my ID before opening the huge metallic doors.
Inside, the air smelled of expensive cologne mixed with the cloying scent of hook
