Marcus pounded on the outside of a steel door at the back end of an alley somewhere in the northeast side of the city. Since he'd left Jacob at the Starbucks a half hour earlier the rain had turned from a light drizzle to a steady downpour. After about thirty seconds, he pounded on the door again and waited. Nothing.

He kept going over everything in his head. He'd made the right turns on the right streets and gone up the wrong types of alleys in the right direction that was supposed to lead him to the club. He shivered and hit the door again with the palm of his hand. The rain was freezing and making its way past the collar of his canvas jacket and down his back when he heard the sound of metal sliding against metal coming from the other side.