“They've wiped the pictures I took.”

“They are the government, guess that's the sort of thing they can do,” Drew said.

“You heard?” Alex said.

“Of course, we have been put on crime scene duty. We are to go over them all again, look for anything we could have missed.”

“Well, that's just perfect.”

“The plan is to scan though CCTV from further out, see if we spot anything odd,” Drew said.

“How dull is that? It's not like we will find anything,” Minerva said, her grey haired face popping above a monitor on the other side of the desk.

“Damn,” Dimitri said. “They forgot the stupid business card we found on the victim, they left it on my desk.”

“Not surprising given how messy you keep it,” Minerva said.

“Alright, alright,” Dimitri said, smiling. “Stupid thing is, I think I recognise it. Guess I should pass this on and the information. Drew, who do we contact?”

“You know where the card is from?” Alex said.

“Yeah, at least I think so. It's a club, see, an old girlfriend of mine took me there once. It's some kind of trendy Goth one, anyway that's their logo,” Dimitri said.

“What's it called?”

“The Two Gates Club.”

“Dimitri, get your coat. We are paying this club of yours a visit.”

“Alex, we were not just told to drop the case?” Dimitri said.

“We are following up on potential leads, exactly what Superintendent Stroud asked us to do. Are you okay with that Dimitri?”

Dimitri looked Alex and chuckled.

He was in.

“I guess I'll cover this as General Enquiries then?” Drew said.

“I hope you know what you are doing,” Minerva said.

“So do I,” Alex thought and grabbed her coat.

- Chapter 18 -

Fire and Brimstone

It was a brazen move to make, some would have said even foolish. She had been given a direct order to leave the Greys Inn murder well alone, but something told her it was the key to everything. Alex and Dimitri left the station and crossed the car park towards Alex's car. She didn't feel inclined to endure Dimitri's devil may care driving style, so, bringing up directions to the Two Gates Club on her Satnav, Alex drove them to central Soho. The roads were remarkably packed for a Thursday, but eventually they found a space around the corner from the club's address.

“So what do you know about this place?” Alex said as she parallel parked the car, her head constantly swivelling to ensure she fitted in the tight spot first time.

“Not much, did a quick lookup on the place. No incidents ever reported, which is weird for a nightclub, you expect always to find something. In fact, there was really no information on the place, at all. Not on any review site, which again, is odd for a club, isn't it? Advertising is how make a living. Supposed to be very exclusive, but I can't say I remember anything special about it. That said, it was a little while ago I was last here,” Dimitri said.

“And I imagine you were probably topped up to your eyeballs?”

“Maybe,” Dimitri said with a smile.

They walked around the street to where the club was supposed to be, but Alex would be damned if she could find it.