She had spent most of the train ride to Chicago looking out the window, her mind never quite leaving the nightclub. She knew Damon was competent enough to take care of the club in their absence, but the thought of him making the calls made her uneasy.
They had arrived in Chicago, quickly checked into their hotel, they had freshen up and had hit the town. Quite familiar with the city's nightlife because of the business relationships she had with in the city Harriet easily led them to the nearest speakeasy.
They had been sitting for a bit, sipping on a drink appreciating the entertainment when Harriet expressed her verdict. "We definitely need to approach the saxophone player." There was something about him, he just made it look so... Effortless.
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