Chapter Eleven
Logan
THE BAR IS CROWDED, full of youngsters determined to have a good time. There's some indie crap thumping over the sound system and the dance floor is crowded with heaving bodies.
It makes me feel old.
She's here somewhere.
Jade has followed me in through the front door. "Do you see her?" he shouts over the noise. Scanning the room, I spot her friend. She's with a group of friends, all of them men, sitting in a booth. There's no sign of Arya, but the table is littered with shot glasses and tumblers of beer.
"Penelope," I say by way of greeting, and she interrupts me before I can ask her Arya's whereabouts.
"Logan," she shouts above the noise. The three guys at the table regard Jade and me with hostile wariness.
"Where is Arya?"
"Oh, she woke up and went outside for some fresh air. And who's this?" She smiles rather too brightly at jade, interrupting me again. What an exasperating woman. She is definitely drunk beyond her senses.
"This is my driver, Jade. Where's Arya?"