By the time we'd reached the entrance to the club we were already an hour behind our timetable. This was bad, since our escape route depended on a well-timed rendezvous with an accomplice in an SUV. My cell phone rang on cue. "Kyle? I'm just leaving now, I should be there in about 45 minutes."
"Damn it, he's late!" So much for our dependable pick up.
The timing couldn't be better. If we hurried, we'd be out of this place just in time to leave this corner of downtown Calgary.