Chapter 21
Then some of the raindrops turned red, and we were caught in a bloodbath amid a series of anguished cries. I cringed and almost raised my arms to shield myself. No one but Mitch noticed my unease. His hand on my lower back gently guided me as we walked.
After we were seated, Mitch ordered us drinks from someone clad in black who faded into the background. Meanwhile, the lighting leveled off, and a group of paintings were highlighted on the walls. I couldn’t tell if they were real or as fake as the rain. Some of the pictures were bizarre, but most were what I’d call normal images of objects I could recognize.
I looked at Mitch, now that he was visible.
“Wow. What the fuck was all that?”
He threw an arm around the back of my chair.
“Stay tuned. You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he whispered in my ear, eager excitement in his tone.