97 – DEADLY POLLUTION
DAMON POV
Claude was not the only one who knew how to get information on people. I knew all the bars and joints he frequented and had a pretty good idea which one he would be in by this time of the day.
I was right on the second try.
The ladies gave me longing and admiring looks as I stepped into the joint in search of Claude.
He was behind a VIP table and there was a huge bottle on his table. Most patrons who spent the night there due to their drunkenness were starting to go home, Claude on the other hand, showed no sign of stopping.
I gritted my teeth, was this drunk going to be of any use to me?
I approached his table and kicked the base of it to get his attention.
Claude looked up at me and then his brows furrowed, “Damon?”
I arched one of my eyebrows up,
