A Forbidden Alchemy (The Artisan Trilogy)

by Stacey McEwan

Gunner took a pistol from his coat, checked the barrel casually, then replaced it. He sniffed, rested his elbows on the bar. “You’ll find no witnesses here, Kirkby.” His voice was hewn from some deep, dark place in the earth, and it gave me the strange sensation of being buried.

“How’d I do?” Donny asked. “Square in the back of his head,” Gunner answered. Donny cursed. “Was aimin’ for his arse.”