CHAPTER 11
Kira followed Megan down the steps and felt as though she had been transported back in time. The pub looked like something Kira would have expected to see somewhere around the 1880s. The walls, floor, and furniture were all made from well-oiled white oak and pine. The bar had an ebony top and brass foot rails and the ceiling was real tin. It was dark and smoky here from pipes, cigars and cigarettes. She looked at the walls and saw that game trophies were mounted on the walls: elk, bison, deer and moose.
But more interesting was the clientele. Although it was morning, a large number of patrons had already gathered. An eclectic mix filled the room. Some, Kira guessed, were bikers but many more looked as though they held day jobs. Many were computer hacks, but some were students,
