Alex peered through the darkness, Byron wasn't lying. Unless the cameras were hidden of course, which, if she suspected they were, would require a search warrant to check and she certainly wouldn't get one for a case she wasn't supposed to be working on.

“Guest lists?” Dimitri said.

“We don't maintain any. We are a quiet club, the only people we entertain are those who know about us. Is that all detectives? Because I am very busy,” Byron said.

What more could they ask? It was a tenuous link at best, the card of a nightclub on the victim of a case she was no longer supposed to be investigating. In any other circumstance, she would have ordered a warrant to seize whatever records this place had, but Alex couldn't do that and, by his expression, Byron already knew it. The interview was over.

“That is all, thank you for your time,” Alex said.

She and Dimitri headed back towards the door. As they left, Alex felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to find Byron standing right behind her.

“You should come visit us one night detective, we find ourselves entertaining quite a few members of your police force,” Byron said.

He handed her a card, the same as the one she had found on the victim. Dark red, with a gate on both sides. As she took it, she noticed how the red light of the club illuminated the number 666, hidden in a special coating on the card. No, 66b, that was what it said. It was a ridiculous font.

***

Well, that was a bust,” Dimitri said.

He was right of course, they had learnt nothing from Byron.

“Do you think we should drop it?” Alex said.

“You are asking my opinion? Are you feeling okay?” Dimitri said.

“Okay then, pretend I didn’t ask for your God damn input.”

“No, too late, you’ve already asked. I think you are right not to drop it, but we need to be a little subtler about it.”

“You are telling me to be subtle?”

“Hey, I can be subtle. I am not sure where we go from here though, all I know is that you need to cover your back at work. We need to keep Drew on side, so no more smacking him in the face, okay?”

“Why the sudden change of tone Dimitri? Thought you hated my guts?”

“I don’t want to be part of an operation that fails to get a result. Next case, I want to be leading the investigation.”

They drove back to the station, Dimitri not once making a sexist remark about her driving, which was something at least. Alex wasn’t sure she would get used to the nice Dimitri, but she took comfort that it couldn’t last long.

Drew hadn’t messed about after Alex left, the briefing room was plastered in paper. He had put up white boards for each case and attached reams of information to each, until the walls looked like the obsessions of a madman. The table itself now had laptops placed for every seat as police support staff and detective constables sat reviewing the CCTV footage.