In the back room of the bar, Matthew lounged in one of the plush chairs, his legs stretched out lazily. He toyed with a lighter, flicking it on and off with a rhythmic click.
The bar owner, visibly on edge, watched the flickering flame with wide eyes, his bushy beard almost bristling with anxiety. After a tense pause, Matthew tossed the lighter aside and asked, "Got any surveillance in here?"
"N... No, of course not!"
The bar owner shook his head vigorously, desperation creeping into his voice.
"Oh, really?" Matthew shot him a skeptical glance, arching an eyebrow. He gestured to the two men in black suits standing behind him. "Check it out."
"Wait, wait!" The owner's legs nearly buckled as he scrambled to retrieve a hard drive from beneath the counter. "Boss, we're just trying to keep
