Chapter 21 – Allies And Enemies
A man entered the gun club's foyer from the room beyond the oak door. He was a tall, stocky fellow with a stubbly gray beard. He scrutinized Dale for a moment before speaking. “I'm Mitch. Come on back.”
Dale and Eliza followed him through the door. They stepped into a dimly lit room furnished with comfortable chairs, coffee tables, and a bar. The floor was carpeted and the walls were wood-paneled. Again, Dale was a bit taken aback by the wood. It seemed completely out of place. In a rear corner of the room wound a spiral staircase. It appeared to be wrought iron, and it led to a room on the upper floor. A few men sat around one of the coffee tables. There were no women—the only one Dale had seen so far was the receptionist. The men stopped talking and turn
