Present Day New York City.
The ghost found him. He finds everyone eventually. Knock, knock, knock. Panic coursed through Anthony Rhodina’s veins, maybe it wasn’t him, maybe it was one of his bodyguards checking in. Knock, Knock, Knock, now more demanding, almost banging. Sweat now formed atop Anthony’s furrowed brow, gingerly he rose from his chair and slowly walked forward, one foot in front of the other, eyes locked on the door. Every movement felt like an eternity, How did he make it through the club? I hired dozens of men! Anthony thought as his hand clasped the doorknob, and…
