The GPS took us to what looked like an abandoned warehouse but surprisingly there were tons of people which at this part of town at night usually means something suspicious is going on.
"Either this is not an art opening or Pimento is a really good artist."
"Let's just go in and get this done and over with."
The building had lines of people waiting to get in.
"Are we supposed to wait in line? Did he give you any directions?"
"Let me check my text. This is for sure the building. It says to find the bouncer and he will get us in."
We rounded the building and found the bouncer he had the whole line near him and very few were getting in. Who looks just like Terry just to add something random.
"Names?"
"Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago."
He turned around and lifted the velvet rope. "Go up the stairs take a left then a right then you will see the room that is just marked Pimento knock three times and the code word is potato."
"Thanks."
"I thought this was an art gallery." "I think it is but it is Pimento so there is always some mystery you know."
On the inside the building actually looked like an upscale place with freshly painted walls, floors not covered in vomit, urine, or feces, and even shiny silver sconces (I think that is what they are called I know Amy complemented them and with stuff like that I just copy what she said) the only things that made us know it was not a hotel was the loud club music and knowing that Pimento was here somewhere.
"Okay so we made it up the stairs we took a left. Here is the right now where is the..."
"There is Pimento." Well not actual Pimento but the sign it was big and silver to match the sconces (again I have no idea if that is right.)
We knocked on the door the three times and someone opened the peephole. "Potato," we both said.
The door swung open.
"Holy Cow." We both said as we looked where we stepped.