Night Shift At Fazclaire-s Nightclub -v0.4- -la... -

You glance at Camera 2 (Entrance Lobby). The main doors are chained from the inside . No one left. No one entered. But the motion sensor at the end of your hallway just lit up.

“Yes.” My keys were heavy in my pocket. Night Shift at Fazclaire-s Nightclub -v0.4- -La...

He produced, from under a stack of unopened envelopes, a key the size of a baby’s fist. Brass had been chased into filigree and history. I didn’t ask what it opened; he offered instead an envelope with my name—except it didn’t have my name. It had a looping pen stroke that could have been my handwriting if the night had been kinder. You glance at Camera 2 (Entrance Lobby)