Charlee Chase Belle De Tit -

Charlee uncrossed her arms and picked up the violin case. She opened it. Inside wasn't a violin. It was a photograph — Chase's mother, young, laughing, with an infant Belle in her lap.

The speakeasy was called De Tit — a name no one could quite translate, but everyone felt in their bones. It sat beneath a forgotten laundry mat, its entrance a sliding brick disguised as a mailbox. Inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke and the smell of honeysuckle perfume. charlee chase belle de tit