Chapter 8
Phoen’s Pub
While Lafitte was handling the delivery orders, I made my way to the square, downtown, handing out flyers, announcing the opening of Phoen’s Pub. I thought the name had a nice ring to it.
A couple of days ago, I had the old sign replaced with a bright pink neon sign with the bar’s new name. Strange how I picked pink after all these years.
All my ducks seemed to be lining in a row. Discounting the little hiccup with the nomad, I thought the pub was coming along just dandy. To make sure we didn’t have another encounter, I installed detectors around the property. A nifty device the Society invented. The detectors worked like a charm every time, but I had no clue how. The device reminded me of a tracking device a person would install in a car. The little metal box had
