She is lead to the VIP area

The club was dark with neon lights shining and music playing way too loud. Nancy would normally never come to a place like this. She was more of an old fasion bar kind of girl. "God, I hate nightclubs." She mumbled.

"Mrs. McKenna?" Nancy turned around and saw another bouncer standing behind her. "You're wanted in the VIP area." The large man turned around and started walking across the dance floor. As she did, she felt the eyes of a lot of the male patrons starting at her as she walked by. The Latina brushed it off as she was focused on that was happening right now.

Nancy fallowed the bouncer and lead her to a staircase before she could go up, she is stopped by him. "I'll need to take your bag."

"Shit." Thought Nancy. She wouldn't be able to take her gun with her. She handed her bag to the bouncer, and he moved aside. As Nancy climbed the stairs, she tried to think of what to do. This person has the advantage and she had little to nothing. She reached a large door and knocked on it. She was greeted by a lanky man in a tacky suit.

"You are as good looking as the rumors said." The man looked at her up and down.

Nancy glared at him. "Are you the one who called me?"

"Oh no, not me." He moved out of the way. "Right this way."

Nancy walked inside. She was in a room that have a vantage point above the dancefloor. There was a private bar and a large sofa with someone sitting in it. The persona stood up and turned towards her. She was shocked to see who it was. "Detective, how nice of you to come on such short notice."

The man was Alexander Coleman. A very wealthy philanthropist who donates to many charities in L.A. He was a well-groomed Caucasian man with a full hair and beard that was salt and pepper colored. He also looked a lot younger than you'd think. Being 56 years old while only looking 40 and admittedly very attractive. "W-What are you doing here?" Nancy said with a shocked expiration.

Alaxander smirks. "Come detective, we have a lot to talk about."