The inside of the warehouse had been gutted and rebuilt for exactly this purpose. Tiered standing areas ringed a central space.....not quite a ring, no ropes, just a circle of open floor with a drain at the center that Eve refused to look at for the second time this week. The crowd was enormous. Hundreds of people packed into the tiers, and not the kind of people she associated with legitimate entertainment.
These were dangerous people. She could feel it the way you felt weather...in the quality of the air, the way eyes moved, the particular alertness of bodies that were always ready for violence.
Several of those bodies noticed Dimitri the moment he walked in.
She watched it move through the crowd like a current. Heads turning. Postures shifting. Men who looked like they feared nothing straightening slightly, automatically, the way things moved in the presence of an apex predator.
A path cleared without anyone being asked to move.
