Chapter 26
The way we dressed for the night, I felt like I was the one who came off the tourist bus from Minnesota, while Xavier appeared like he belonged on South Beach, dressed to impress, ready to dance in every gay club in town. His perfect teeth, hair and style were more befitting a cover model for the local magazine. He ditched the suit back in the hotel, while I wore a white shirt I brought and jeans. He insisted I wear his suit vest, tie, and fedora to cover my face partially if needed.
He and I showed up at a dance club near Lincoln Road, based on the information from the Bureau. It had a pretentious rope drop and door man. There were several people ahead of us. Without warning, Xavier grabbed my hand, and held it as we walked up to the doorman, dressed in purple head to toe.
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