Page 35 of Witch Undecided
Jessie’s jaw ticked. “Let’s just get this done. I need a fucking drink.”
Oh boy.
We exited the vehicle, headed into the club, and split up like the last time, except this time Lauris shadowed Sloane and me as we made a circuit of the upper levels of the club. I knew what to look for now, but the place was devoid of revenant activity. In fact, the place was devoid of any human activity.
What the hell. “Sloane, this place is dead.”
She frowned and pulled her mobile from her pocket. “Orion. Yeah. Your business failing or something?... Shit. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me…No. Never mind.” She hung up. “A new club’s having an opening night. Drink free till midnight.”
“Fuck,” Lauris said.
“Yeah.” Sloane hit her comm. “Head back to the car. We’re at the wrong fucking venue.”
Fifteen minuteslater we were on the other side of Leyton, at the edge of town where a warehouse had been converted into a club. The area around it had once been a parking lot but was now lit by twinkling lights and dotted with gazebo seating for patrons wishing to take their drinks outside. Outdoor heaters were positioned here and there to combat the chill. Music spilled out of speakers positioned strategically across the parking lot, bringing the party outside, and it worked, because the place was jam-packed. People drank and danced, uncaring about the chill, while others queued to get into the main club.
Sloane stared at the monolith. “How did we not know about this?”
Jessie was on her phone scanning local news. “There’s no mention in the town news.”
“It makes no fucking sense,” Poppy said.
I got out of the car and looked up at the neon sign, my breath catching in my throat. “Guys. I think I may know why we didn’t know this place was coming.”
Car doors slammed as the others joined me to stare up at the sign.
THE ORDER.
Motherfucker.
