It was Friday night, but there wasn't a single soul in the Lunny Club. It felt strange. The place looked exactly like it did in the morning, just a big, empty bar with no music and no life.
Malo had come along with me. He said he needed to get ready for the big game tomorrow since Princess was going to be there, which meant he had to be there too. He called himself her PA, but we both knew he was really just her errand boy. He went straight to the counter to talk to the bartender, Mr. Richard Jones, who also looked after the whole building. Mr. Jones didn't make me wait. He just handed me the electronic key card for her room so I wouldn't have to stand in the hallway knocking like a stranger. I left them at the bar and went to find her.
