Officer Trevor was just getting off a long shift of seemingly endless paper work. His week had been rather stressful and he decided that he needed a nice night out. It did not take much thought to decide that the Diamond Club would be his place of choice to unwind for the evening. He clocked out and walked to his red 1959 Ford Thunderbird convertable. He grew up with a car collector for a father, and, on his graduation from the academy, he was given this car as a gift.<br/><br/>He drove down to I the Upper East Side and found the enterence to the clubs private parking garage. He pulled in next to a shiny silver Bently, got out and made his way into the private elevator. When the doors opened on the Diamond Club's he walked up to the club manager and identified himself. After the routine check of the list, he was let into the luxurious main lobby.  Seeing several familiar faces, and just a few new, he took a seat on one of the soft leather sofas.