BLOOD CRESCENT
Gerald sat in the corner of the bar, dressed in a plain jacket and a wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his face. The disguise wasn’t elaborate, but it was enough to keep him from being easily recognized. He swirled the drink in his hand absently, eyes flicking toward the door every few seconds.
A few minutes later, another man walked in. Gerald recognized him immediately and waved him over.
Elder Nelson hesitated at first, scanning the room before making his way to the table. When he finally reached Gerald, his brows drew together in mild surprise. “I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said, eyeing the hat.
“That was the idea,” Gerald replied with a faint smile, motioning for him to sit.
Nelson pulled out a chair and sat down, though his expression remained cautious. “So,
