Chapter 12
It took Katrina most of the day to locate the one-armed guard but she finally spotted him as he left the camp in the afternoon. She followed him to a shabby bar, where he sat down at the counter.
“Vodka. Make it double, and chalk it up on the slate,” he said to the haggard waitress, who cast him a quick glance before she went to fetch the bottle.
“Here’s your drink, Jozef,” the waitress said as she put a smeared glass in front of him and generously poured the alcohol into the glass. He downed it in one gulp.
Katrina lingered near the door, unsure of herself. This had to be the man Edmund told her about, the man who could serve as Richard’s savior. Although she had her doubts whether he’d be willing to help. A ruined man drowning his despair in vodka. She knew the kind.
“Wha
