The multi-development sidewalk reminded Julia Valentine reminiscence of her short time in California, and brief hesitation layover of Honolulu from previous cases, as the tropical air and salted air was a welcoming ambiance between her heels on the sidewalk as faded music or crowds of Banoi hotels resided close to the massive architecture marvel of that loomed Royal Palms Resort as one of the few tallest of the city area. The Side Street and Banoi jungles and tropical heat and vegetation of palm trees and flowers between small quart yards between homes of dilapidated iron gates oxidized from wear and climate. Julia paced herself as she followed the metal plague signs of the detour toward the complex Purple Moon Venue. The royal resort had an open courtyard beyond the fence, as the faded music slowly became louder as party-goers slowly emerged some dressed in formal attire or relaxed beach attire as Chlorine treated pools and a lingering smell of a bar of the tiki-themed as pair of girls chatting with a shirtless man at the bar. The slender blonde girl maybe eighteen flirting with her clique, as a man in a suit with similar colored hair escorted the woman in the swim attire away, as something passed a name, Leon.

The man behind the sunglasses and earpiece apologized as the girls drink splashed on Julia's dress, as the two girls of the trio click long since abandoning their conquest of hooking up with the handsome man at the bar, as they followed the security agent of the young woman in tow. Maneuvering past a group of college party-goers, as the former soldier rolled her eyes and cursed dabbing the spot with a cloth napkin, as Julia muttered French choice of the string of curses as she dabbed the sweet Malibu rum from the corner of her cocktail dress, as the bartender's light Aussie accent of the gentlemen told her to keep the cloth. Peering at the muted live broadcast as the view of the dance club from the far off building reminded Julia of MTV video as the Big E and Sam B. performed as the drunken crowd swayed to the beat of a lesser-known Rock-Pop song as the New Orleans Celebrity sung backup vocals with Lead Singer as the party-goers were eating up the live performance. Abolishing the spot on the end of her dress, she thanked the bartender and left folding the napkin in her handbag before, passing a young employee of the Royal Palms Resort and seizing the opportunity to take the service utility back entrance before dodging behind a large concrete wall that leads to a secluded cobbled stone sideways toward the small stadium where her contact instructed her to meet at the VIP lounge of the Purple Moon Venue.

The side enclosed entrance was lit by a string of amber lights and vegetation as Julia maneuvered to an employee's awning where a service elevator waited at an adjacent corridor hid behind a metal gate and tall wall. Julia removed the small instrument lock picks, and tumbler wrench as she glided the instruments and began to work on the simple lock of the Iron Gate. Julia Valentine felt her nerves and anxiety creep to the surface before Dick Valentine's self-assurance of training made the female agent collect her nerves and with a single dry click opened and with a groaned squeak swung inward before she smiled in accomplishment before thanking her Father under her breath before approaching the elevator and removing the keycard she snagged at the bar while the gentlemen weren't paying attention to her and serving others. The four-digit code of the service elevator summoned the service light to instruct the double doors to open to a metal freight lift. Her heels clicked on the metal floor as she tucked the ID card and the written code into her bra before straightening her posture as the service lift crept uplift to the third floor of the horseshoe side entrance of the Purple Moon Venue.

Stepping from the service elevator, she peered from the ratty lift to the open halls that faced pair of regular lifts that charted different directions to the catwalk that looped a long glass corridor in the opposite direction. Julia Valentine was a woman on a mission and exiting the lift, she smiled as a hotel staff member with a begrudged nod their surroundings drowned out by music and headphones muting the world as she made her way to the curved hall where the other catwalk lead to the side entrance of the VIP entrances, as the chill of the corridor and fluorescence gave the older building charm. The music faintly became louder, as the same keycard swiped at the bar slid onto the electronic panel before stepping into the blacked-out upper lounge.

Julia expressed a grin of satisfaction as she held her shoulders confidently rocking her dress, as an unsuspecting Venue Security nodded ushering her inside the venue wait area as the open area of the third floor overlooked the open dance floor with flashing lights of the club. The adjoined auditorium extension had high metal ceilings, similar to the floor she was currently located had a horseshoe design with curved staircases. Julia Valentine removed her phone from her handbag and as she smiled switched to the camera option and focused on the shot of the crowd below, as the performance stage began to darken at the closing of the song. The crowd erupting inbound of emotional cheers, as The Big-E and Sam B were covered in the stage of fog effect as the curved big screen of the amphitheater lights and visual images began to take on a horror movie aspect with a movie effect werewolf howl erupted the venue, as the hit song, 'Who do you Voodoo, Bitch' began to play they're set up and the crowd of nostalgic goers erupted in response of the infamous former one-hit-wonder turned new sound by social media.

Opening the illumination lens of the features of the phone she began to take a series of small photos of the crowd below from the third floor VIP lounge. The short string of quick photos was sent to her younger sister Audrey, before returning to her job ignoring the single emoji reply by her sister. Julia's gaze fixated upon the goers below as a portion of the Banoi tourist attracted literally acclaimed the End of the World Theme to a split, as Julia hovered the lens toward the panorama shot of the entire crowd, before something in the crowd caught her attention upon the third shot, but before she could focus her camera on the busy nightlife below, before exiting the entrance waiting for the empty lounge as text message alerted her from an unknown number with a string of numbers as she approached the side entrance of a door that separated catwalk that leads to the open venue toward the main area of the Purple Moon Venue and one step closer to finding Rebecca Chambers who has gone missing.