“Who the hell was this guy?” Grant growled to himself, as a sudden need for alcohol came over him. Panicked at the thought of losing the mysterious Mr Black, Grant made his way to the nearest bar, all the while looking over his shoulder as he went. Grant butted into people as he hurriedly made for a bar. Grant found a gloomy looking place next to a sports wear shop. The bar was almost empty, only a few people were scattered about the room. The bar was dimly lit apart from some blue and red neon lights above the bar and on the support pillars around the floor space. The floor had dark wood tiles that reflected the brightly coloured illuminations. The bar stretched against the back wall with a mirror backdrop hidden behind glass shelving; the shelves displayed a selection of bottled hard li
