The afternoon sun was already burning low and orange by the time Kelvin pulled up to the address Liam had given him.
He looked through the windshield.
Then he looked at Liam.
Then he looked back through the windshield.
There was a building in front of them, wide and low.
Sitting back from the road behind a small parking lot that was already half full despite the early hour.
The exterior was all black painted brick, clean and deliberate, with a sign above the entrance lit in red neon that hadn't fully come on yet because the sky wasn't dark enough to need it.
The letters were simple and the name sat above a red neon outline of a woman's silhouette that would be unmistakable once the night got going.
A bouncer stood at the door, arms at his sides, watching the parking lot without particularly watching anything specific.
It was a strip club.
Kelvin stared at it for a long moment.
