CHAPTER 17
LUCA
Alfie was a middle-aged guy with the body mass of a pencil. He sat behind a computer in a tiny office, surrounded by paperwork. Apparently, he was also the bar’s accountant. His tiny eyes snapped up when he saw them walk in.
“Have you ever been probed, boy?”
Luca couldn’t remember ever being called a ‘boy.’ “Can’t say that I have, Mr. Alfie.”
“You sure?” Alfie looked at Tess. “Didn’t you say he was in prison?”
“Not everyone in jail gets raped or probed, Alfie.”
“You don’t have to be in lockup to get probed,” Alfie continued on what appeared to be his favorite subject. “They can zap you up from anywhere they want. Believe me. It’s happened to me. Twice!”
Luca wasn’t sure where to go from here. He didn’t see any computers Tess could pick out, so they could get the hel
