Francesca’s.Francesca’s place occupied a small office park, and all the offices were technically there for business, just not the kind that required secretaries or HR. Or maybe they did, I really wasn’t up to date on Las Vegas tax codes where dungeons were concerned. I parked my car in the back, walked past a row of rentals, the occasional Tesla, and one very out of place mini-van, before knocking on a completely non-descript door. I knew someone was looking at me through the one-way glass on the other side, then I heard a key move a lock, and Vincent’s face loomed, the bouncer for tonight.“You look like shit.”“Thank you for stating the obvious, Vincent. Is the lady in?”“Of course. She’s busy though.”The hunger wound its way up through my gut and into my chest. It would be so easy to push the door open and bleed him. “Can you get me a room?”“As a favored freak, yes.” He undid another lock which let the door further open – if you were going to clean up before a raid, you needed all the excuses to slowly lawfully cooperate you could find – and I slid in.
