Chapter 3The pounding bass line bled through the walls, sinking into the sidewalk to send vibrations through the soles of Claire’s flats. The others waiting to go into Club Red didn’t seem to notice, which only made her feel even more out of place than she already did. Maybe if she’d worn boots she’d be more comfortable. Or dyed her hair.
She glanced at the bare midriff on the statuesque blonde in front of her.
Or hadn’t bothered putting on actual clothes.
When she’d pulled the scarlet business card out of the envelope Seth had given her, she hadn’t recognized the name of the club written across the front in gold script. According to the Yelp reviews, it was a popular San Francisco nightspot but why Celeste would pick such a public place—not exactly known for a conversational atmosphere
