Ann could have driven home from the tennis club another way. She could have taken the tree-lined boulevard through her stately neighborhood in the suburbs. Instead she detoured four miles past No Limits. She had driven by it many times and wondered what it was like inside. The building stood fifty yards behind a high wrought iron fence and heavy gate. Far enough that details couldn't be seen from the moving traffic, yet close enough she could see the impressive entrance and the walkway from secl
Published on August 13, 2009 06:29