“We didn’t really want to stick around to eavesdrop on guys who’d do shit like that. “Are you serious?” the man by the door demanded. Even if they hadn’t known anything about the people who owned this specific bar, it might not be hard to figure out what kind of news would get them riled up. For all I knew, the Vigil guys were perfectly familiar with the kinds of criminal conflicts going on around the city. He had no idea how perfect that story was given the concerns these gangsters already had about their property-or maybe he did.
We couldn’t just let them go ahead with it without warning you.”įor the first time since I’d gotten stuck in here, a smile darted across my lips. I don’t know how soon, but they sounded serious. “We overheard some scummy-looking guys a few blocks away talking about how they were going to come here and smash up your bar. Logan’s voice carried through the room, both bold and urgent. I still couldn’t make a dash for the back exit without being seen.
My gaze flicked back and forth, noting that the man from the manager’s office was still standing near that doorway and the guy who’d handled the delivery hadn’t moved far from the back hall. “What the hell do you want?” he demanded. There was the click of the door unlocking and a faint squeak of the hinges. “Looks like some college guys making a fuss,” one of the men reported from near the door. The guy who’d been in the office emerged, visible around the edge of the bar, but he didn’t glance my way, all his attention focused on the front of the room. To my relief, all of the footsteps moved away from me. I hoped they knew what they were doing-and that it’d be enough to give me a chance to escape. But what kind of distraction were they making? I didn’t want them getting into trouble with these gangsters because of me. Voices started to filter through the door. “The CLOSED sign is hanging right there.” “What the fuck do they want?” one of the men muttered. Shoes scraped against the floor as the nearby figures must have swiveled. I balled my hands into fists, my mind scrambling for an excuse that might get me out of this safely-Ī loud banging sounded from the front of the building, someone knocking on the door hard enough that it rattled in its frame. “Hey, is someone there?” the woman called out, sounding like she was right on the other side of the counter.
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