Chapter Two––––––––
Bobby held the cab door open. The club had a neon sign on the front. The drum from the live music inside reverberated like the beat of a huge heart. Nicki tapped her foot while she waited for her escorts.
Located in the meatpacking district in the West 50s, the side street around the corner from the club appeared empty, but the avenue was hopping, people milled about going into and coming out of restaurants.
Two burly men stood by the entrance, their arms crossed over their impressive chests. Nicki chuckled to herself. If she had come alone, she probably wouldn’t stand a chance of getting in. But with Skip and Bobby, easy peasy.
“Private party tonight, lady,” one of the men said to Nicki.
The bouncers recognized the Nighthawks and greeted them with smiles and hands
