I’m not walking past their security systems with it in my ear. I’d be shot and killed right then and there. “Sorry,” Jay mutters, his voice now somber from finding out his favorite actor is a pedophile. “Really, Jay. We know a lot of celebrities are involved.” “But, Tim Banks, man? Fuck. Anyways. There’s no one I can see at the moment that is of high concern. Not any more than they already are, considering you’re walking into a pit of pedos. Let me know when the chip is back in, Pll keep you updated.” Just as it’s my turn, I pluck the earpiece from my ear and slip it deep into an inner pocket with lead lining. Handing over my keys to the stone-faced valet guy, I round the car and pause in front of Savior’s. Snapping my jacket closed, I refrain from cracking my neck again. Tonight is about making an impression. Others will know that I was friends with Mark, and after his unfortunate death, they will be looking at me. Mark has spread my name around to plenty of his colleagues at this point. I may be new to Savior’s, but they’ve been expecting me. Savior’s looks like the type of club I’d expect to run an elite sex dungeon and perform rituals. The main room is massive. The stage is right in the middle of the room, a large pole front and center with a girl swinging around it—completely naked. Her tits bounce as she lifts herself up, wrapping her long legs around the pole and bending backwards, her breasts on full display as she gyrates her hips. I don’t bother looking at her body. What I look at are her eyes. And it takes control to keep my jaw from clenching when I see the telltale glazed film in them.