The three of them were led behind the bar, thought a metal door, and up a set of questionable stairs while Gerry tried his best not to wonder what would happen if the place ever caught on fire. Then he tried to place the location of the plate glass windows at the end of the room they were brought to, in relation to where he’d been when he’d first walked into the club. For the life of him, he couldn’t recall seeing them. He decided to write the windows off as one-way mirrors. The room was small, no more than ten feet wide and probably twice that deep, but it had a sidebar that ran along the back of the room, low bench seating in front of the windows, and between both sat a large, square ottoman that Gerry didn’t quite know what to make of.
Rebel brushed past him and sat down on the bench,
