Cade
The bar was empty. The people here looked sloppy drunk. Ashley wasn’t here and neither was Leonardo. It was not like him to not respond to me. The smoky air made my eyes burn. My allergies have my skin itching, but I strolled up to the bar. Frank was busy pouring tequila shots and sliding the round shot glasses down the bar. Leonardo wasn’t here and neither was Ashley. Frank glanced at me then turned to wipe the cracked peanuts off the bar. Priceless. He was as clean as a pig.
“Has Ashley been here tonight?” I elbowed my way in between the baldheaded man nursing a beer and a man whose beard was so long it was plaited into a single braid.
“She was here earlier, but you don’t care about her. You really want to know where he is.”
Frank was always a jerk and tonight I wasn’t in the mo
