Chapter Eight
It’s a little after three by the time I make my way through Kansas City’s West Bottoms and pull into the parking lot across the street from Danny’s joint. The hot, humid air blasts me as I step from the AC cooled car. I cross Genessee and head around to the back of a brick building and knock three times at the back door. It swings wide, and a bouncer I’ve seen on multiple occasions peers down at me.
“You have a reservation?”
“Nope. Is Danny in?”
“You know Danny?”
This is always the way it goes. Their secret code, so to speak. The Whiskey Den is exclusive, the membership fee exorbitant, but worth the price for peace, quiet, and rare whiskey. I reach into my wallet and pull out a leather medallion with the Whiskey Den logo embossed in gold. My key to entry.
The bouncer fl
