Bass throbbed through the floor and the metal railings encircling the walkway overlooking the dance floor.She shoved past the sulfur-crusted tables and leaped over the bar, tripping the stripper that whirled around the pole.“Hey!” Andrea protested, barely catching her balance on six-inch heels. Then she saw who had struck her. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.” Her voice was barely intelligible over the music’s volume.Elise ignored her and kept going. Anthony and Nukha’il were already in the hallway behind the bar.She stripped off her jacket and tossed it into her boyfriend’s arms. “I need you to run to the manager’s office. Get your shotgun and my charms out of the closet.” She faced Nukha’il without waiting to see if Anthony would obey. “Get behind the DJ booth and block the elevator. Nothing goes down without me—and don’t let anything up, either.”Nukha’il swept off to follow her orders, but Anthony hesitated. “What happened under Rick’s Drugstore after I left?”“Nothing.”
