Private log for Lettie



The club was intimidating, but Steve was desperate. Standing across the street he just stared at the building and tried to collect himself. He was going to go in there, find Heather and get some much needed 'help'. With a nod he put his hands in his pockets and walked across the street after looking both ways. Approaching the door he showed his ID to the bouncer and was promptly let in.

Hesitantly he stepped inside, looking around, trying to figure out where to go next. Where would Heather be? What if she wasn't even there?