Chapter Twenty-Three
The guardsman pointed his carbine at Jay’s face. He was looking for an excuse to shoot, and it probably wasn’t a great idea to give him one.
Jay released his grip on the concealed pistol.
One of the nearby trio—a pale, angular woman with ochre-brown hair that brushed her round cheeks—shuffled along one side of the table and settled next to Jay. With long fingers, she took his glass and drank it in one hit, then she replied to the armed guard in Lithuanian.
The guardsman stared at her, listened to what she said, then lowered his carbine. He gave the woman a curt nod, did a quick head-check of the bar, probably just to look official, and walked outside to join the other guards. They released the other woman after her blood test, and she stepped inside the bar to find
