Kim waited outside, leaning against his black SUV with his arms crossed, his gaze scanning the surroundings with calculated sharpness. His stance was one of casual alertness, though I could tell he’d already scoped out every possible exit. It was his habit to know each point of escape before we even stepped foot anywhere. I hadn’t mentioned our plan to hit the club tonight; I preferred to drop it on him at the last minute. A little spontaneity, I reasoned, could keep things interesting ...