CHAPTER 68

"Mr Baxter?" Brody nods once. The man shoots us both a gleaming smile, his teeth perfectly straight to match his perfect outfit. He's dressed in a jet black suit, tailored to fit his body exactly. "Right this way." I gaze in awe as we enter the building, soft piano music drifting through the air. Small conversation is buzzing from table to table, the diners dressed beautifully to match the entire building. The tables are grand, covered in a gleaming white tablecloth. Floral centrepieces sit...