Half an hour later, an SUV pulled up outside Russo Lounge. Dustin and Grace, adeptly disguised, emerged confidently. They were indifferent to the risk of their covers being blown.

Russo Lounge, boasting a substantial size, had a line forming outside. Fortunately, Dustin and Grace navigated smoothly with the assistance of the undercover agents. They gained entrance without a hitch.

Inside, the ambiance was raucous. It was illuminated by dazzling lights. A crowd of people danced enthusiastically to the music, unleashing their fervor. Dustin's expression soured. He wasn't one to relish in such a raucous setting.

"Why? Is the bar scene not your usual haunt?"

Grace teased.

"I can only say that this place isn't my preference," Dustin replied.

He'd prefer the serenity of home with a good book over the ordeal of such a locale.

"You should give it a shot sometime. Look at how joyously they dance," she suggested with a smile.

"The vibrant nightlife is but a fleeting spectacle. If ever