The second we turned onto the street leading towards Miller’s Bar, I felt something crawl up the back of my neck because the roads were too empty and too silent for this time of day and it felt wrong.
Usually there were bikes outside the bar and drunk idiots hanging around the sidewalks but tonight the entire block looked half dead and the neon sign buzzing over the entrance only made everything feel worse.
“You see that?” I asked over the sound of Drake’s bike.
“Yeah. And I don’t like it.” Drake said glancing toward the sidewalk while keeping one hand close to his gun.
Blade rode ahead of us while Brax and Casey spread out behind him and every single one of them looked tense before we even stopped.
The row of Iron Vultures bikes outside the bar should have made the situation obv
