Black circles decorate the flesh beneath her dead gaze, and I want nothing more than to carry her out of here and get her somewhere safe. Biting back the anger, I chant to myself in my head that all these girls will be saved. Just like the other clubs, I’m going to get them all out. There will be nothing left of these fucking gentlemen’s clubs when I’m done. And then I’Il move on to the next city, the next state, the next country if I have to. I refocus on the rest of the club as I work to keep my face blank and my breathing even. Evidently, ve walked into a place where people enjoy the taste and look of blood. The ambiance is dark and moody and shows clear signs of sadism. The lighting is dim, the shadows swallowed by the black walls and furniture. A deep red, the color of blood, is accented across the entire area. Red frames around old age paintings that indicate devil worship and sacrifice. Red shades around the mini lamps adorned on each wall. Red glasses, ashtrays, and drinks... And red heels and outfits that are covered in real diamonds and crystals. Though I wouldn’t exactly consider their clothes as outfits. More like strings of fabric and jewels. Yet, they managed to make the place drip with elegance and money. “Zack! So nice to see you here,” a voice booms from behind me. Arranging a calm, but pleasant look onto my face, I turn and see a man I recognize very well. Daniel Boveri. He’s a lawyer for the president, and someone Mark mingled with often. He’s a charming man—the tall, dark, and handsome type. With his thick black eyebrows set low over dark eyes that give him a menacing look, black hair, and a snake-like smile. He’s pushing his fifties, but the man isn’t hurting for women. Dan exudes confidence and from the few times we’ve spoken, I understand why he’s a lawyer for the president. He’s incredibly manipulative. “Dan, nice to see you,” I respond, shaking his hand firmly when he holds his out to me. “T was wondering when I’d see you here. Mark spoke about bringing you a few times.” “I’m sure he did,” I murmur. That’s news to me. “Very unfortunate what happened to him. Can’t believe some psycho little girl managed to do all that to those four. Still never found their bodies, did they?” I shake my head empathetically, appearing to be just as shocked by Mark’s death. “Not that I’m aware of, man. Doesn’t she keep talking about henchmen or some shit?” I ask with a mocking smirk on my face. I hate to use Sibby’s mental