Persimmon wasn’t at the gym, Tate learned, frustrated. Tate entered the building and rushed through the lobby. Had the beefhead behind the “welcoming counter” been awake, he would have stopped him from his speedy and intrusive entrance. One of the beefhead’s responsibilities included reviewing members’ photo identification cards to enter the gym, which Tate didn’t have. Had that transpired, Tate would have been politely asked to leave Matthew’s Muscles before security was called.
As the beefhead at the gym’s entrance snoozed, Tate checked out various areas of the place: the cycles, pool, locker room, indoor track, sauna, and a number of other specified places within the establishment. He felt as if he were having his own workout in search of Persimmon, quickly moving from one area of exer
