"I can handle it," I said.
"Good. Because we're going to need to be convincing." She moved to the door, then paused. "And Cain? Whatever happens in there, it's just for the job. We clear on that?"
"Crystal clear."
She left, and I sat there processing. A sex club. Of course Mercier would frequent a sex club. Where else would a sadistic vampire go for entertainment?
Tomorrow was going to be interesting.
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The Scarlet Room was located in a nondescript building in the Garden District, its entrance marked only by a red door and a small bronze plaque. Sarah and I arrived just after midnight, dressed appropriately – me in an expensive suit, her in a black dress that left little to the imagination.
"Ready?" she asked.
"As I'll ever be."
The doorman was a werewolf, his amber eyes tracking us as we approached. "Members only."
"We're guests of Antoine Mercier," Sarah said smoothly, handing him a forged invitation Tommy had created. "He's expecting us."
