On the limit

They didn’t catch me. I was lucky.

I haven’t seen a group of people get away fast like Shane and her race people. All the cars and all the people were gone, and I was the last one who left.

Now I’m on my way to west Hollywood. I think I almost got that Shane girl, but I guess she knows there must be a hook somewhere…

I drive by a couple a clubs, but not one is called Planet.

What if there’s no club with the name Planet? What if "Cutch" just took the money and run? Peggy Peabody would kill me!

"Calm down Bette", I tell myself, "You have only been driving for a few minutes…"

But minutes suddendly seems like houers.

And after a nother endless minutes a see a big sign.

"The planet".

Nice bar, or cafe… or club…that’s pretty hard to say…

I got out the car and went directly to the entrance.

Inside there’s even more going out then I thought it would be…

A lot of people were dancing at the small dancelfoor. Some other were sitting at some tables and other group of people were just standing around and talking or checking someone out.

But where the fuck is Shane?

I look around, but I see a lot of diffrent people but not Shane or Carmen…

I walk to the bar, maybe the barkeeper knows if she’s here. But before I start to talk I fell a touch on my shoulder.

I turn around and see Shay, "Hey, my sister told me you were looking for her?".

I nod an he gives me sign to follow him. "Is she always her?", I ask while were making our way though the club.

"Not always", he answers, "Most when Carmen is DJ here, or, like now, the dont have better things to do!".

He guides me to a lunge. Shane and many of the people from the race are sitting there.

"Thanks Shay", Shane says as I sit down.

She still has the envelope in her hand and a beer on the other.

"That’s a lot of money".

"I know".

"The only thing I have to do for your boss is driving races?".