Vague club, Leeds

But the search didn't provide a single clue as to what was happening. "Let's go about this scientifically," Tom finally said. "First of all, what do we know about this thing?" "Not a damn thing," Charles moaned with discouragement, with Jay nodding agreement. "That's where you're wrong," Tom said, pleased with the opportunity to show off his superior intelligence. The challenge would have even been welcome if it weren't for the fact that it threatened the club, which was giving them better sexual entertainment than they could ever hope to find elsewhere. "We know for a fact that it's not caused by passing traffic; that it's not coming through the transoms; and based on the shape, with the vague appearance of eyes and mouth, we can assume it's manmade." "Not necessarily a man from this world…" Charles added solemnly. "Okay. But let's not jump to conclusions. There's nothing to prove that it's absolutely a spiritual being either. That's what we have to find out." "Suppose it is?" Charles pressed. "We'll deal with that when the time comes ...»