**DAY 5**
The air outside was cooler than it had been during the day, but the night in Greenville, Tennessee, was still alive with a restless energy.
'This the one chance I ain't gonna miss,'. Tommy adjusted his cap and took a deep breath before stepping into the Copa Club.
The neon lights cast an almost surreal glow on the sidewalk, promising an escape from the ordinary. Tommy pushed open the heavy glass door, and the warm rush of air greeted him.
Inside, the Copa was a hive of activity… as always, as ever.
Laughter, clinking glasses, and the muted strains of jazz created a lively backdrop. He walked through the room, his eyes searching for…. No! Not Benjamin… for Mr. Charlene amidst the crowd of well-dressed patrons.
A tall man with a neatly groomed mustache approached him. "You lookin' for Mr. Charlene right?" he asked, his Southern drawl evident.
