CHAPTER 41 The Shadow Tey" ou ready for tonight?” Jay asks in my ear. “T’ve been ready,” I answer easily as I pull up to the gentlemen’s club, Savior’s. The Society choosing this club as the front for an underground dungeon must be their version of a sick sense of humor. I slip the earpiece out of my ear, stuff it in my inner suit jacket, and then make my way up to the entrance. The outside of the building is like any other high-priced strip club—a marble black monstrosity that drips money and power. The security guard standing outside of the doors gives me a once-over, before putting me through the customary whats your name and let me check your asshole. Cough once. Unlike Detective Fingers, this one actually manages to keep his hands in the safe zone and lets me through without a hitch. For obvious reasons, I’m not permitted to carry firearms on me. But that won’t be an issue. After Mark confessed the location, several of my men were able to infiltrate the security detail hired for this club. Powerful men and women certainly wouldn’t be showing up to kill children if they didn’t feel protected while doing so. Security is required to carry firearms, and I have it on good authority that some of them might let me borrow a gun or two when the time comes. Just like when I was here last time, when I walk into the club, it feels like walking through a portal to hell. It's stifling in here, the air so full of depravity and sickness that it's a physical weight on my shoulders. Jesus fucking Christ. I feel like I need a goddamn gas mask. I walk directly into the main area, the massive layout an open concept. It's dimly lit and ominous—the perfect place to hide in the shadows without being noticed. The floors are black marble, and unlike the seedy strip clubs downtown, these floors shine as brightly as my freshly polished shoes. The blood red walls are bare