THIRTEEN
There was an eerie darkness to the night, as though all the stars had gone out. Only the bright lights of the city illuminated the way, stopping the city from being completely immersed in darkness. Steel had walked all the way from the crime scene; he needed time to think about what might come next. The text he had received was an address for some seedy bar on the edge of the bright lights. This was Irish country and he knew he had to watch his back. As he approached, Steel took note of the vehicles out front and in the parking lot next to it. This bar was full of bikers and people who just needed a place not to be found. He had seen a lot of these places in his time and all of them were as dangerous as they came.
Steel flattened his collar and walked in past two heavyset men wi
