CHAPTER 46Kira stiffened. The two men had the typical look of Cathal’s henchmen, wearing dingy black leathers and oil-smudged t-shirts with Lobos Solitarios logos across them. They wore their hair tied back in ponytails that were somewhere between black and gray, but so dirty that she couldn’t guess what color their hair might actually have been. One wore a red paisley bandana to hide his balding pate.
Jim was about to stand up, but Kira laid her hand on his arm. “Don’t,” she whispered. “If they change, you won’t be able to harm them.”
“I need to take you to fancier restaurants,” Jim replied. “They’d have real silverware there.”
“Nice. Is there another way out?” she asked. “They’re looking for me.”
“Just out the back way,” Jim said.
“Great. If anything happens, meet me at my apartment
