*Sterling*
I sit in the darkened corner looking out. At least it's unlikely that anyone would come from the side without me seeing them. They might start there, but eventually, to take a seat, they’ll have to come into my line of sight.
Of course, it's crowded. The shiny bar that spans the width of the place looks new. I sip slowly on my ale so I won't stand out, but I know it's imperative that I keep my wits about me. I carry a pistol in my jacket pocket. It occurs to me that if Sykes is the first to show, I could simply take it out and shoot the fellow. If it weren't so crowded in here, that's exactly what I'd do, but as it is, I can't put innocents at risk… although in this tawdry place, I doubt there are that many innocents.
Even as I think that I curse my narrow-minded attitude. I
