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“Oh.” She frowned.
“Yeah, a friend just called and said she’s in town.” I scrambled with my phone and forwarded the picture to my buddy Rolando, who’d grown up here and might know where Calista was.
“She?” Candace’s face turned sour, and I couldn’t blame her. I was an ass for leaving her.
I signed my name on the slip and pushed the bill to the side. “I think you’re great, Candice, but did you ever have that one person in your life? The one who wanders in and out? Where it’s the right person but the timing is never right?”
She scoffed. “No.”
“Well, I do, and this is her. I’m sorry to be so abrupt about it, but I promised her a drink. I’d bring you, but—”
“That’s quite all right.” She stood and stomped away from the table.
Rolando called me as I made my way across the restaurant. “I thought you were on a date?”
I watched Candice flag down a taxi. “Not anymore. I need to get to wherever that place is right now.”
“This is intriguing. You drop one date to follow some chick that’s sending you on a goose chase.”
I bit my cheek. “It’s Calista.”
“Ah.”
He was the only one I had told about her, and mostly because he always wondered why I barely dated. Candice was my first date in a long time and that was only because she felt small-town to me. She was a nurse at the kids’ cancer unit.
I flagged down the next taxi that came my way. “Come on, do you know where that picture was taken?”
“I think I want to meet this Calista. Pick me up.”
I groaned, and got in the taxi that was waiting for me.
Twenty minutes later, Rolando and I were outside a club that looked as if it could be the one in Calista’s picture. Kaleidoscope was the name, and it was popular. I had just been last week.
“Let’s try it,” I said, and I paid the cab driver before filing out.
I showed the picture to the bouncer, and he shrugged. “You know how many girls look like that in there?”
Annoyed, I stuffed my phone in my back pocket, handed the guy a hundred, and he released the rope.
I looked at Rolando as we walked into the main room. “It’s packed.”
He shrugged. “It’s Saturday.”
He ventured to the right, and I went to the dance floor to see if I could spot her. Calista loved to dance, and I figured if she was anywhere, it would be there.
My phone vibrated in my hand, and I looked down to see a message and another picture from her.
Bouncers were assholes, maybe you can use all that clout you have and get us in the next place.
“Rolo!” I shouted.
He was already cuddled up with some girl, but he came over and I showed him the picture.
“That place I know,” he said.
We left the club and slid into another taxi.
The next club was called Mystic, and a blue neon line ran the perimeter of the building. The line wasn’t as long as the other club, but there was no sign of Calista or her friends.
