When Karyn finally parked near the place called Sam's Bar, she wondered if she was doing the right thing. Her parents always told her to stay away from this area of town, where there were nothing but bars, pawn shops, and strip clubs ... and other, less reputable, businesses. But then again, this was Jon, her best friend. He (or she, rather) needed her help.
She got out of the car and headed into the alley next to the bar. The sounds of moaning and sucking turned her stomach, but it was at least an indication that Jon (or Fannie, rather) was there.
"Jon?" Karyn asked, cautiously walking down the alley.
