He did note that there was a security man posted at the bottom of the stairs who

had let Quentin and his group pass.

 

Rogers wondered why people would come to a bar and then not go to the bar. Maybe

they had their own personal one up there.

 

Maybe they had something more than the peons below got.

 

As he was about to close the door he saw Helen Myers pass by the security man

and head up the stairs. She went into the same room.

 

Rogers closed the door.

 

Four times that night he was called into the bar to handle a disturbance.

 

Four times he vise-gripped the arm of the offender just enough to get his

drunken attention and led the person quietly out the door.

 

Twice he saw Myers watching him from the upper hallway. She seemed pleased with

how he was handling things.

 

The place was packed until one a.m. with hundreds of drinkers, dancers, bad

karaoke, and men grabbing ass and women sometimes letting them. Then people

began leaving. At two he and another security man eased out the last few

stragglers. Then the cleanup crew came in and started stacking chairs and