After staggering back to my car with my vision blurred by tears, I drove back to Eddy’s safe house. From there I walked to meet Dmitri at his tavern, the Mar Bar. It was housed inside a building that seemed to be nearing a hundred years old. It was a charming place, but sleazy charming with a lowlife edge to it.
As I pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside, my eyes adjusted to the dim light. Dark, worn wood covered the floor, dirty brick lined the walls, and a sticky substance of...
Published on December 03, 2013 02:00