25
The square in downtown Ironwood was lively with CAU students out for a good time. Not unusual for a Friday night. Shouting, laughter, the thumping beat of multiple music sources, and tempting aromas from the numerous restaurants filled the cold night air. Shea’s stomach rumbled, reinforcing her anger at Labrys for spoiling her dinner date.
She strolled into Gertie’s. It was early evening and the place was only a quarter full.
“I’m Shea Stevens,” she said to the bartender, a gal with a tattooed flowering vine wrapping around her left arm. “Labrys told me you’d give me instructions.”
The bartender poured shots for a couple of customers at the end of the bar, then looked up at Shea. “Don’t have any instructions for a Shea Stevens.”
Shea sighed. “How about for Havoc?”
The bartender no
