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you should have put it back with your stuff.”
    Mason rubbed his eyes, and then ran his fingers through his
hair with a smirk on his face. “I wanted you to look at it. I was going to see
if you knew any of the people or places in there. I know it’s been years since
you’ve been here and you weren’t here that long, but it’s a shot at least.”
    He got out of bed and dug through his bag until he found a
pair of blue and white Adidas running shorts and a white tank top. He stretched
a few times, flexing those massive muscles of his, and of course I had to watch
him before he joined me at the desk. He had seriously put on an amazing amount
of muscle mass over the past few months we’d been apart. I handed him the
letter he wrote to me last night and lifted an amused brow, wondering if he
would tell me where he went. I already knew he couldn’t have gotten into the
club I worked at, at least not without me.
    He rolled his eyes and threw the letter in the trash. “Last
night was a clusterfuck,” he growled, leaning his elbows on the desk. “I
couldn’t find anyone’s descriptions matching the people on the list, and the
one place I really had a hunch to find answers ended up being a place I’m not
going to be able to get into without some kind of special connection. It’s all
a bunch of bullshit.”
    He reached for the file and slid it to him so he could look
at it. “You know, when I caught you looking at the list here, your eyes went
wide when you noticed something. What was it? Do you know someone on the list?”
    “Not exactly,” I confessed sheepishly, “more like the
places.”
    Here I go …
    If telling him about my time in the Sin City was the price
to pay for answers then I would certainly do it, but in doing so it would
involve cooperation on his part if I were to lead him into the lion’s den.
Mason lifted a brow, waiting on me to continue, so I took a deep breath and
began, “Okay, so you know how you couldn’t get into the one club you
desperately wanted to get into? Well, what would you say if I could get us in?”
    Narrowing his eyes, I could tell he was waiting on me to
drop a bomb on him by the way he looked uncomfortable sitting in his chair.
Sighing, he said, “I would think that’s great, but how do you plan on doing
that?”
    I paused, hesitating for only a moment before I explained,
“Well, it’s actually a long story, but what it all boils down to is this … I
used to work at that club. The Labyrinth was like a second home.”
    Mason’s eyes grew wide, burning with a new flame of hope.
“Tell me everything,” he demanded.
    So I did … almost everything.

 

     

     
     
    Twelve hours later, after waiting for the prime time of the
night, Mason and I took a cab to the place I hadn’t been to in years; six to be
exact. The club was like a different world, but also one where not everything
was legal. It was easy to carry drugs in there and never get noticed, and there
was really nothing you could do to avoid that. You could get lost in there if
you weren’t careful. It was the size of a large mansion with many different
rooms to venture in and out of. There were rooms where the music pounded and
all you would see were people drinking and basically dry humping all over the
floor. However, there were some hidden alcoves where you could partake in a
little nightly fun. I, myself, had snuck off to them before.
    If you wanted a mellower scene, there were VIP rooms that
were mainly occupied by the social elite like famous actors, singers, athletes,
and so forth. It was exciting when I first started working at the club, I got
high on it, but after a while I got used to it and actually became friends with
several of the regulars.
    Mason nudged me in the side as we trudged down the road in
the cab. “Are you nervous?” he asked, placing a hand on mine to keep me from
fidgeting.
    I shrugged. “Not nervous as in going into the club, but kind
of nervous with you getting a glimpse into