Chapter 25
The first place Seb tried was a dive of a bar, frequented by ex-cons and a whole host of other men he’d been terrified of when he was seventeen. He wasn’t scared anymore; he knew how to look after himself these days, but he still had a healthy respect for the menacing looking men boring holes in his back with their speculative eyes. A quick glance around told him none of the crowd he was looking for were here. Deliberately avoiding eye contact with anyone, he made straight for the bar.
‘Well, well, well, if it isn’t young Sebastian all grown up,’ drawled the bartender.
‘Hey Nick. How’s it all been going?’ Nick was a big man, bald and with a sadistic scar running the length of one cheek. He looked intimidating as all hell, but in fact had a soft spot for some of the neig
