The car grew quiet as Max tapped a command into his tablet. The dashboard screen flickered, shifting from the map to a grainy, low-angle video feed. It was shaky and distorted, capturing the world from the height of a man's hand.
"The audio is coming through," Max whispered, leaning closer to Ruby so she could hear.
The speakers filled with the thumping, distorted bass of club music. On the screen, they saw flashes of neon purple and strobe lights. Pale, bare limbs blurred past the camera as Ace walked through the crowd. It was a sea of excess bodies pressed together, the air thick with the smell of expensive gin and sweat.
"The sex club," Max muttered, his jaw tightening. "Of course. It's the perfect place to hide in plain sight."
They watched as the camera tilted. Ace was moving through a heavy velvet curtain, leaving the noise of the dance floor behind for a quiet, stone-walled corridor. He entered a secret chamber where a man named Diago was waiting.
