Payback.

It's getting pretty dark, the noise from Tripx nightclub was deafening.

The thumping bass reverberated through the air, drowning out any attempt at conversation.

Strobe lights cast fleets, disorienting shadows. The atmosphere was thick with the intoxicating smell of sweat and colognes.

"I think the bouncers should employ an armpit check at the door…here, stinks like hell." Alex Waynee's voice was loud as he twitched his nose.

Everyone looked almost the same as they all had masks over their faces.

The masks are an array of glittering, bizarre creations, concealing everyone's identity.

"Why didn't she tell you it was a mask party…how on earth are we supposed to find Donald with all this noise and dweebs twerking about almost half-naked." Alex Waynee's voice is vehement as he stares at Sandra. His face was expressionless.

"Well, let's split up then…we really need to find out what Donald knows about Grandpa's death." Her voice was tremulous.

The club was filled up, finding Donald Douglas
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