No, he said, and now he was looking at me. Look around the club, meet the monsters, before they find out who you are. Names don't mean anything, Anita. I caught part of it.
I looked up at her, her face close in the dimness, all serious and concern. I'm not sure he even heard me. Red neon traced square carved faces, and the name was traced in more red neon. Something must have shown on my face because Peter was giving me a strange considering look.
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