WHERE: le rouge WHEN: saturday evening WITH @micaylaharris
Nephi came to the club far too often, never drinking a drop, rarely taking a dance, always just standing around, talking, trying to uncover the secrets he knew the place had, but everyone was tight-lipped about. He needed to find the answers, he needed to ruin the operation. It was wrong, and Nephi wasn't someone who could let it go, while his colleagues had been simply accustomed to knowing it was out there, and it presented not problem to them. In his eyes: they were all wrong.
Because a place like this, within Paris, no. He wondered how many lives had been ruined within the walls of the building.
And knowing he was a cop, he wondered why he was still allowed in. Perhaps they thought he wasn't smart enough to uncover the secrets.
He spotted the owner making her way around the place, closing some distance to her, hoping she hadn't seen him yet and might be more enticed to slip up. So he could finally prove that le Rouge was bad.