Page 7 of Resurrection
He stepped away from the windows, and their car pulled up.
“Imogen?” the driver asked. “I’m Frank.”
“That’s me.”
“Hop on in. Just a quick ride ahead of us.”
Once she and Jury were inside the car, Jury said, “This is the strangest night I’ve ever had, and that’s saying something.”
“It’s not over yet,” Imogen whispered as Frank pulled out with Club XLIV as their destination.
She had no idea how they would explain what they were looking for when she didn’t even know herself, but they could cross that bridge when they came to it. Jury wasn’t wrong. Tonight was turning out to be a very strange night.
The driver pulled up to a fancy-looking club, right next to the football stadium, andXLIVwas in giant letters over the doorway.
“Looks like this place is hopping tonight. Have fun, ladies.”
“Thank you,” Imogen replied as she hit the Tip button and slid out the back door after Jury.
“You think they’ll let us in?” her sister asked.
“I have no idea.”
Well-dressed revelers were entering and exiting the doors, and Imogen knew she and Jury were underdressed. Jury didn’t seem to notice or mind.
She marched straight to the doorman and held up the key. “Do you know what this goes to?”
“Say what?” He cupped a hand over his ear.
Jury held the key chain in his face. “We need to open the door this goes to.”
The doorman’s expression changed. “Where’d you get that? That’s to a locker in the players’ lounge. That ain’t public.”
“Our sister.” Imogen figured it couldn’t hurt to name-drop. “Keira Mount.”
At the nameMount, the doorman froze.
“Come again?” he said, like he must’ve heard her wrong.
“Keira Mount,” Jury repeated. “Lachlan Mount’s wife. Our sister.”
His gaze dropped to the Seven Sinners logo on Jury’s chest before cutting to Imogen’s.
“Oh shit. It’s true? For real? They’re dead?”
Imogen nodded.
“Hold on.”
He yelled to someone just inside the door, and another man in a black suit appeared. He said something into the man’s ear, and the other man nodded.
Then he turned back to them. “Come with me.”
Imogen and Jury looked at each other and then followed him inside. He took them across the marble floor to an elevator and pushed the button.
“We gotta be quick. It’ll be empty tonight, but still … don’t wanna lose my job.”
Imogen was amazed Jury stayed silent as he led them through the building. He swiped his badge to let them into a swanky lounge with wooden lockers along one wall.
