Chapter 3
When there had been no hint of any fallout from the previous visit, Nick gingerly returned to the club, only to discover that Toby wasn’t there. Instead, a dark-haired eighteen-year-old from Norway graced the front counter.
“Can I take the clothes?” he asked with a thick accent.
Nick scanned the area behind the counter. “Where’s Toby?”
“Toby? I don’t know. I only start this night.”
“Toby was the guy that worked here before you.”
“I don’t know, sir,” said the Norwegian. “I will take the clothes now?”
A growing dread sprouted in the pit of Nick’s stomach. His pulse started to quicken and he sensed he might be in danger himself. He looked towards the double doors leading into Eden and began to perspire.
“No,” said Nick as he turned on his heels and hurried out of the club.
