Chapter 5

“Nice parking,” Doyle said. “I’ll have to remember next time I can’t find a space.”

“Gets the job done. Who’re we seein’ in this dive?”

“The manager’s name is Giorgio. The report says he witnessed one of the bashings but couldn’t give details. I tried calling him to see if he’d be willing to talk again, but his phone goes to voicemail every time.”

“Let’s get this over with. I have my doubts about people like this. He’s probably a drama queen and didn’t see what he thought he saw.”

Doyle tried the door. This club didn’t open until ten in the evening so even if staff had stayed to clean up, he didn’t expect the door to be open and was surprised when it was.

Pushing the door in, they were faced with a dark vestibule and a long set of stairs. The club was located on the second and third floors of the old building. The first floor housed a twenty-four hour diner that came in handy for patrons spilling out at all hours.

“Funny thing about this—” Doyle started.