TWENTY TWO

Thaddeus drew back on his jacket’s sleeve to check the time on his watch.  Eight fifty-five pm, it said.  The address to the club put it at the city limit; it was going to be a long ride.  According to Erica, the festivities won’t begin till near midnight, giving him plenty of time to arrive and get comfortable.

 Thaddeus had one pair of black suit which he’d worn for the occasion and a tie to go with it.  It wasn’t until his fourth attempt at securing himself a cab that he got one willing to take him to his destination but at an exorbitant price.  He would have much preferred going with his car, except anonymity was the word as he settled in the cab’s backseat.  This club thing felt like a wild goose chase.  He was simply following a scent he should have smelt earlier but was too preoccupied to think it through.  Something murky existed between Constance and her sister.  Whether or