Chapter 91: Predator, Part 11

Klempner

The frontage of these places never varies: garish, loud and colourful.

Casino! Live Shows! Beautiful Girls!!!

Someone deserves a life sentence just for the incautious use of the exclamation mark.

A pair of bouncers stand by the door, like the world's most unattractive bookends. As I stroll through, one is already talking into a handset.

As I expect, I'm only half-way across the lobby before I am intercepted: six feet two or three of be-suited and be-booted man-mountain. "Can I help you?"

"I'm here to see Vince. Is he around? I'm..."

"I know who you are, Mr Klempner. Mr Caproni told us to watch out for you. I'll let him know you're here."