TWENTY-SIX
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They met Tuck at a bar less than a mile from the Sutcliffe compound. Zave had stayed with the chopper, which they’d landed in a field without permission. Zave didn’t seem to be the type to get his hands dirty, yet he was completely aloof about flying them here, there, and everywhere, even in spite of what the plan was. His conscience couldn’t run too deep. But based on what she’d seen so far, his bravery was negligible.
On approaching the small, single story concrete structure, she saw only shadows in the high windows and little light. A notice on the battered wooden door declared the premises closed and from the neglected fascia, she wasn’t sure this bar was ever open. It looked abandoned, yet looked to be in better shape than the biker bar Brodie had summoned her t
