CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The lowest level of the casino complex catered to those seeking the seedier side of life. It was also home to The Reef, a bar one entered at their own risk. Knowing the type of clientele that now frequented the drinking establishment, Toni was prepared. She removed the star from her chest and wore her pistol slung low on her right hip, the safety catch unclasped. The strength of the vibration her shades gave off as she stared up at the façade of her old haunt told her there was serious anti-surveillance equipment inside. She pulled the shades off. The bar should be dark, the protection wouldn’t be needed. Heck, she could see better in the dim light anyway.
Let’s get this show started. She pushed open the old-fashioned hinged doors. So far, so good—no one had shot at her
