Saturday evening, close of business
I locked the front door and turned the sign to Closed. DeeDee had already left, dressed as a serving wench on the arm of Brenda, who was dressed as Xena, from the old TV show. I was still in two minds as to whether or not I’d go to the party, but all the staff was already over there anyway.
Halloween was one of the biggest nights at the club next door, and the patrons displayed their inner freaks with abandon. Some of the outfits I’d glimpsed through the glass storefront this evening had made me shudder.
Lucius had said he’d be back in town today, but he hadn’t stopped by. I was too much of a coward to go up to his loft. I was frustrated with myself. Why was it so hard to let go of the past and move on?
As I absent-mindedly straightened the remaining
