#Chapter 172: Bad Wolf

This was obviously not Lucas’s primary cell phone, but it seemed like he did use it. I clicked on the most recent notification and opened up a text thread. The contact was saved as “sz.” Scrolling up, I saw nothing but brief, repetitive conversations. All just arranging places and times to meet, once every week or two. I scrolled back down and studied the last message Lucas had sent to this person, who was obviously a drug dealer. This was from the day before my father’s attack. Lucas: meet up next freak nite? sz: We’ll be there. How much u want Lucas: 100 sz: 1200 for 100 Lucas: k The last couple messages had just come in today. Within the past hour. sz: 1AM, mezzanine sz: Bring girls An internet search revealed that every other Saturday night was “Freak Night” at Bad Wolf, a notorious nightclub out in the middle of an otherwise empty ghost town that was once an ill-fated mining colony. Bad Wolf was known for illicit activity and deviant circus-style en