Page 106 - Herzlia HS Magazine 2021

Casting his eyes over the grungy club, he surveyed the scene
before him, calculating any threats that may lurk out in the neon

unknown. The club was washed in a luminous pink light, painting
every green surface a muddy purple, and making a pathetic

attempt at lightening the dance floor. Raphael could imagine that
at one point, perhaps four or five years ago, this club had

resembled something of an attractive destination; however, after
obvious years of neglect, the club had fallen into a sorry state of
disrepair. Nevertheless, none of this seemed to bother the

patrons and a large group of men continued to enjoy a game of
billiards on a pockmarked old table. Continuing his scan, Raphael

observed the dance floor, the booths and even the outside
smoking area, searching for anyone who may pose a threat to

him. Sensing Raphael’s roused interest, Brute wordlessly stood up
and inconspicuously meandered his way through to the outdoor

smoking area. Colombo watched as people shuffled out of Brute’s
way, like cars in front of an ambulance would do, but perhaps
more with more fear. Good, thought Colombo, let them be afraid.

“Can I help you?”

Colombo was startled out of his focused state and swiftly turned

around, meeting his addressor’s gaze.

“John Stone?” inquired Raphael. The man behind the bar looked
like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure of what to do or say.

“That’s me.” fumbled his short reply.

“You owe us some money.” Colombo said coldly. A few nearby
drinkers had noticed the interaction and had either shifted away

from the confrontation or, with ghoulish intent, crept closer to
watch.

“I’m not sure I understand Sir, maybe you have the wrong esta- “