The swell of anticipation for the night ahead was unbearable. We were confident we would see God’s brother. Five of us were going to try E together in the biggest, coolest, most hip club in South Beach, the Miamillennium.
The look on Clive’s face when he saw us wave through Faye, Matthew, Patty and Malvin into the Nysius lounge was worth a million bucks. It was as if he had stuck his tongue on a cold steel rail in the middle of winter and realized that the myth was true.
Chapter 29 : He pulled out a Manila envelope from a seasoned tan leather briefcase. It contained a stack of pictures. His questioning turned formal as he paraded the photographs in front of me. They were of people who had disappeared the night I had been shot.