Zuri saw Beldren and his company of guards off, then slumped back for the elevator. He reached for the second floor button, but on a whim hit the first. Though he'd fed with Beldren, a cinnamon and sugar mix sounded good.

The nightclub was empty except for the bartender, who was wiping tables. Today he wore a shirt that proclaimed "My Name is John" in a scrawl similar to a handwritten name tag.

Zuri took a stool and nodded to the garment. "Is it?"

The bartender ...