“Are you sure this is the place?” Lisa asked, glancing at the flickering red sign that read ‘Velvet Room’. Her heart pounded like it hadn't in years.

Clara, off-duty detective, and Lisa, their only real ally, nodded. At least it's what she thought.

“This was the club Alexa worked at. I've confirmed it with two separate sources.”

Lisa adjusted her bag on her shoulder and gave a shaky breath. It's been months of combing through dead ends, blurred memories, and whispers of secrets. ...