Josiah
The inside of the club looked different in daylight hours. The professional cleaning crew had already been through and cleared away all the evidence of the previous night’s revelries. The floors were swept, mopped, and polished, the tables and booths had been cleaned and wiped with sanitizer, and even the carpeted walls had been vacuumed and sprayed with the stain-repellent stuff. The barstools had been turned upside down and stacked on top of the bar and the shelves of liquor on display had been restocked. We bypassed the bar, our footsteps echoing across the floors in the silent, empty space.
I knew there wouldn’t be anything to find upstairs, so I headed straight for the narrow hallway that led to the staff area, and to the stairs in the back. There were only two security gu
