When the doors opened this time, there was simply the faint sound of classical music and a slight murmur of voices. Finally, something she could identify with. Even if Charley wasn't present, she could ask someone where she might locate him.

Jessey marched up to the bar, plan in hand. The man behind it was either in his early forties or one of those individuals whose hair turned grey at a young age. After examining his unlined face, she concluded that it was most likely the latter. He offered her a dazzling grin that was certain to earn him plenty of tips. "Can I get you something?"

Alcohol was the...