Nothing remained of the day except for a line of marbled fiery gold slowly disappearing along the western horizon. The streets were quiet, except for a few souls hurrying home before darkness fell. Prohibition had been cruel to the city's nightlife. Many who had been used to come to life after dusk had retired to living in the daylight for fear of being caught and prosecuted for enjoying one of life's simplest pleasures.
For the nightclub's manager however nighttime was still where she felt at home. The fear of getting caught was long gone for she was convinced that she was offering a essential service.
Harry arrived to the club later than usual that evening, since she had gone home to freshen up after a long train ride. The trip had been fruitful, despite the Accorsi being their colourful self, but Harriet was more than happy to be back at the club.
Wearing one of her usual top hats, she made her way into the establishment. Sensing that something was askew as soon as she walked in, the manager frowned as she approached the bar.