Getting out of the car, I spied a narrow black door with a security pad by the side, towards which Garrick walked confidently, quickly tapping in a number. "You know the security code?" I said, raising an eyebrow. Garrick grinned at me. "I should do. I own the damn place." Opening the door, he led us into the top of an equally narrow stairwell, the steps leading downwards into the gloom. The smell of sweat pervaded the air and I wrinkled my nose as it intensified the further we descended. It was suffocatingly warm, a claustrophobic contrast to the chill of the winter air outside and as we reached the bottom and faced another door, I could hear the pounding bass of music pumping from within and the sound of many voices, all loud and full of aggression. Another security code later and the do
