The club was nothing special. It was rather secluded, a small black structure with a parking lot. Ezekiel had often heard stories of illegal operations from there but the cops were never able to prove anything. The owners had legal papers that proved its legitimacy and anything suspicious that supposedly happened couldn't be traced back to them.
Ezekiel was thus worried whether they'd be able to obtain CCTV footage, given that these people were very careful in erasing evidence.
"Put this on," Ezekiel handed Irene a pair of dark shades and a baseball cap. She raised an eyebrow and he shrugged in response.
"I'd rather not get recognized. If I do, you might find yourself in trouble too."
She chuckled. "I can take care of myself, don't worry. But, good thinking."
