I couldn’t wait to rush to "The Strip," where I met Arthur for the first time. I needed an answer.
I started toward the club, walking fast. I was going by myself, but after walking a few blocks, I texted Nina and asked her to meet me there.
It was still early as far as New York City nightlife went. I asked one cocktail waitress and all the bartenders if they had seen Arthur. I gave a detailed description.
The waitress said she might have seen him once with a bunch of other men in suits, but she couldn’t be sure.
All the bartenders said they didn’t know Arthur. They definitely didn’t know of anyone working at “The Strip” that fit his description.
I looked around in frustration. I saw Nina walk in the door. She was wearing dark jeans, a sparkly tank top, and a cool leather jacket.
She
