Club el Diablo
Luke assured me his driver was trustworthy, and I knew through my amateur investigations that Luke liked his privacy as much as I did.
At four o'clock, I left my office and drove to Luke's home. It was a huge, single story Spanish-style home in the California foothills. Not what I expected for a hard rock drummer. I let myself in, punched in the alarm code, and walked around the inside opening doors and learning the layout. From furniture to artwork, the man had taste, and I liked the minimalist, clean white style. The artwork varied from abstract expressionism in subdued colors to traditional western cowboy. Whoever his interior designer was, they made it work.
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