The heavy mahogany doors of the venue swung shut behind me, cutting off the sudden, suffocating wave of whispers that had erupted in the hall.
Outside, the Delaware night air was crisp and biting. I stood on the pristine gravel driveway of the estate, shivering as the cold wind hit my soaked, ruined navy-blue suit. The foul stench of rotten coffee grounds, sour grease, and fermented garbage clung to my skin, dripping steadily onto the ground.
