there was some way she could get into that room. She could feel Trinity's eyes glued to her, so she continued to scan the crowd for her remaining three friends. Every few seconds she would quickly glance over at the VIP door hoping to see someone come or go. No one did from what she could tell.
"There's Virginia," Lacey pointed to a leggy blonde on the dance floor, who was currently in the process of removing the shirt from her dance partner. Again, as if out of nowhere a man wearing a black t-shirt with Club Vampire written across the back in red lettering brushed past the women and towards Virginia.
Where the hell are they coming from? Lacey thought bewildered, looking over her shoulder, wondering if she could spot another guard. There were none that she could see.
"Where did you take off to?" A familiar female voice yelled in her left ear. Turning Lacey came face to face with her closest friend Andrea who, considering the way she swayed while attempting to stand upright, appeared to be quite intoxicated. She gave her friend a hug, whispering in her ear, "I met the owner, Nigel."
"Oh my God! Are you serious!" Andrea squealed, not realizing Lacey was trying to be discrete.
"We have to leave. Where is Terry-Ann?" Lacey asked.
"Leave? No. Why?" Andrea appeared to be less than thrilled at the idea, as she crossed her arms over her chest pouting.
"I'll explain in the limo - "
"Limo?" Andrea cut in.
Clutching Andrea's upper arms in her hands, Lacey asked a second time in a tone that emphasized the seriousness of the situation. "Where is Terry-Ann? I don't see her on the dance floor."
"Oh my God. Lacey, what's wrong. What happened?"
Lacey was losing patience. If something serious was going on, then she wanted her friends far away from here. She was beginning to really worry that the absence of her final friend may mean she was somehow connected with the big situation with which Nigel was required to sort out.
"I need you to focus for me Andrea. Where is Terry-Ann?"
Andrea stood looking back at Lacey, appearing to be considering the question. Just when Lacey thought for certain she'd lost Andrea to a drunken stupor, a light seemed to appear with her. "She's in there," Andrea pointed to the VIP room.
Lacey nodded. "Alright, I'll go get her." She hadn't taken two strides before she was stopped by yet another bouncer. For heavens sake, they're like cockroaches! Where are they when the disappearances and murders happen? "Excuse me," she tried to brush past the massive wall of a man, but he blocked her path once more.
Trinity touched her arm, grabbing Lacey's attention. "We'll get your friend. Her name is Terry-Ann? What does she look like?"
"No. I'm going to go get her," Lacey insisted. She tried to brush past the massive man again, but to no avail.
Trinity took a step towards Lacey, draping an arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry.
We will retrieve her and bring her to the car. It's not a problem. The VIP room is a restricted area of the club."
Anger began to boil within Lacey. She'd played ball with them so far, like a good little girl. She was leaving as requested, but she'd be damned if they were getting her outside without all of her friends in tow. She looked over to the far corner where her other two friends were. They were already gone, having been escorted out. Looking to the dance floor she realized Virginia was also gone. She reached behind her and grasped Andrea's hand. She couldn't be too safe.
"Bring me Terry-Ann then I will leave quietly," Lacey replied through clenched teeth.
"Look... Lacey... We will get her out. I personally guarantee it."
Pfft. Little good this woman's personal guarantee was in easing her mind. "I want to speak to Nigel," Lacey's eyes narrowed at Trinity as she glared at the other woman.
"I'll make you a deal. You go to the car now and if we haven't retrieved your friend within ten minutes then you can search every inch of this club until you do," Trinity smiled sweetly at