AinsleyI can’t seem to find my balance. I grip the wall of the bar while the weight on my chest presses down on me. My voice shakes as I squeak out, “Vice? The Devil’s Fighters?”
“Yeah.” Barker takes a drag on a cigarette. I’ve never seen him smoke before. I don’t even know where he got it. But he puffs it heavily, breathing it out through gritted teeth. Even in the hot Texas air, the smoke rings linger in the space between us. He hasn’t moved closer to me since he walked out of Biggs’ office. It’s as if I’m a bomb about to go off.
He drops the cigarette to the ground and looks back up at me, his head slightly c****d, “Do you know who he is?”
“Of course I know who he is, Barker! Everyone in our circles knows who he is! Plus, you forget that we pulled that job on his lackey just a mon
