Chapter Six
LISA
It's a slow night. Danny's dealing a poker game in the back, and the club is empty, except for a couple of older men sitting in the wingbacks in the corner drinking Danny's special reserve bourbon. I pull the sketch pad I always keep handy from my bag and settle onto a stool at one end of the bar. The wall across from the bar is black painted brick, and the more I stare at it, the more I think it's the perfect canvas for a mural. Something that would be in keeping with the vintage fixtures, dark leather, and mahogany. Something Fauvist... like a reclining nude a lá Kees Van Dongen.
My phone pings. And with a guilty twinge, I see it's from Violet, my advisor at the Art Institute.
Violet: You missed your appointment today, everything okay?
Shit. I was supposed to check
