House of Lies

HAZEL

The address Mum gives us leads to a private club with no name above the door. No sign. No glowing logo. Just blacked-out windows, a brass handle, and two men in dark suits standing beneath the awning as though they have been expecting us.

Cade parks beneath a dying streetlamp and switches off the engine. Rain ticks softly against the windscreen.

I stare at the building ahead of us, my