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``Jesus... what took you so long? Did you see any cops coming after you?'' Moe asked quickly as his eyes darted about before closing the heavy club doors behind both of them. Isaac didn't answer immediately, he was taken aback at how the club looked like during the day when it was open only for book-keeping and other business-related work like a thorough cleaning of the entire club from top to bottom. The bright fluorescent lights overhead provided the harsh light of reality over the place that Isaac was sure signified the paradise of fantasy just the night before. It also dawned upon him that he was still hungover and the bright fluorescent lights were triggering a severe case of photophobia.
``Owww Moe... must you keep these bright lights on?''
``Bright lights? Oh damn, you're hungover from last night? Shit man, I didn't realise you were THAT gone. Come on, let's talk in my office. It's quieter and has a place for you to sit that is out of the way of the guys I have to clean and tidy up the place. Isaac followed Moe closely as the latter led the way to the back office behind the DJ's podium, all the while averting his eyes from the lights with an arm or two ahead attempting to provide extra shielding. Moe pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked his door quietly before allowing Isaac to stumble through and collapse on a pillowed chair.
The blinds in the office were let down, and they were definitely of a sturdier quality than the one's that he had at home, since they blocked out the sunlight in a more effective manner. Moe switched on the desk lamp, and it's orange-yellow glow provided just enough illumination in the room to make it easy to see while not keeping it bright enough to hurt the eye or the brain.
Moe pulled up a chair in front of his work desk and set it in front of Isaac such the the back rest was facing Isaac. Moe sat himself on the chair, resting his chin on his arms which rested on the back of the chair and looked hard at Isaac.
``You have no idea what you did last night?''
``For the last time Moe, yes! I have no idea what I did last night. Can you now please tell me what happened that made you hurry me to get my ass out here to you in spite of my hangover?''
``Isaac, a girl was found dead. Someone saw her leave the club.''
``Dead?'' Isaac said, his blood frozen.
``Yes. Clubbed to death.''
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