Manny Kovac understood Neol’s skills and always gave him a bounty worth his time. Jeff Codger fit the profile nicely. And right after he brought Codger into custody, there’d be another skip for him to chase down. Always busy . . . but never too busy to go sit in the back row of the courthouse for a few hours and watch his latest capture get justice from a feisty Assistant DA. Sara Hughes had the body of a stripper, a mind like a steel trap, and just enough sass to make him think hard about making a move. With a stab of bitterness, Neol fisted his hand under the table. A woman like Sara wouldn't go the distance if she ever guessed how inhuman he'd become. Too risky. Too dangerous.
"Here you go, baby." The barmaid placed the drink down in front of him and
paused, obviously hoping for another chance to get his attention.
"Thanks." He kept his eyes on Codger.
She sighed, shook her head and walked away to the next customer. Neol ignored the salt and lemon, picked up the tequila, and downed the fiery liquid in one gulp. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and placed the shot glass upside down on the dirty tabletop.
He searched the darkness and sea of unruly men until he made the bouncers in the room. One stood inside at the back door and another paced close to the poles and the women. The last one wove through the crowd, throwing overenthusiastic men back into their seats.
Neol’s attention snapped back to his target as Codger stood. The skip downed his third beer then began weaving toward the men's room. Neol's body tensed with anticipation as he slowly stood to follow. If he could get the man into a stall and knock him flat out, he'd carry him out the back. Make Codger look like he'd drank too much. The bouncer at the door wouldn't be a problem—no one would interfere in a bar like this one. Most of the customers were intoxicated and Neol could take the man at the door. Easy.