Matthew eyed the long line of people waiting to get into Delano's nightclub and cursed. It irked him. Had it not been for the unofficial investigation Albert had entreated him to conduct, he would probably be resting his tired head on the bosom of a beautiful woman right now, easing the stress of the last five working days. Who knew this many people went clubbing on a Saturday night, anyway? Especially, in a town like this, with all the ruckus and unexplained murders.
He sighed, deciding to turn around because attempting to skip a long line to get into a club he doesn't even want to be at would be nearly impossible. Albert would probably never stop reminding him of this day but he was fully prepared to live with his friend's jabs for as long as it took him to get over it.
