Josephine bypassed the large man guarding the door with a simple wave of her hand and I followed, hoping he knew I was with her.
I'd only seen the back exit of the place, so I found myself distracted by the mysterious and theater-like atmosphere of the place. The magic club was dark, but full of people. Scented smoke hung heavy in the air, soft whispers barely carrying. I was grateful for the shadows, partly because I knew I must look a fright.
An older man in a dark suit bowed to us and gestured toward the entrance to the main area, but Josephine waved him off. She slid past the door to stand with her back to the wall. I snuck in next to her, looking out over the crowd. The place was packed with tables, the air thick with perfume and cigar smoke. Opposite us stood a black stage, filled
