heels.

 

That was interesting.

 

He continued to follow her.

 

He looked at his watch. It was nearly eight p.m.

 

Puller wondered where the lady was headed.

 

She drove about a mile across town and parked her car on the street.

 

Puller did likewise.

 

He followed her down the street and around a corner.

 

And ran into a long line of people waiting to get in somewhere.

 

He looked up ahead and saw a sign over a door.

 

The Grunt?

 

He’d never heard of it, but then he’d never spent much time down here since he’d

been a child.