Chapter 8It was quarter to three, and the club was virtually empty except for a few diehard customers finishing up their last drinks. Audra was sitting at the end of the bar, talking with Gale while he and Marcus did their closing chores.
At the door, Cal was chatting with a couple who were regulars while keeping an eye on the remaining customers, wondering if he or Jules would have to shoo some of them out as happened occasionally.
Suddenly a woman appeared, walking swiftly onto the porch.
“I’m sorry,” Cal told her. “We’re closing.”
“Like I give a damn,” she retorted as she looked into the club. “She’s here, all right.”
She tried to get past him, but he took hold of her arm. “I can’t let you in. It’s too late.”
Suddenly there was a small knife in her hand, a switchblade. “Try and st
