SEVEN
Driving along the riverside, they’d peeked up every alley until they’d found the right place. Even though they didn’t know the area, it didn’t take long to find it. The vertical sign painted on its black door stating its name was sort of a giveaway. Unlike the other black-doored bar Rora knew, this one actually had a handle, meaning it was more welcoming by default.
Asking Junker to park at the corner, so she could see down the alley and have a view of the door, Rora’s adrenaline was simmering when he turned off the engine.
“Ok,” Junker said, blowing out a breath. “You’re sure he’s in there?” She nodded, but couldn’t take her focus from the door. “And that I’ll know who he is?”
“You’ll know. He’ll be the only guy not drinking and the only one working on a computer… Oh, and he’ll
