Chapter Thirt- Four
Kelly Devers smiles inwardly, observing intently as the shaking hand of Mike ‘Muskrat’ Mansfield grasps his beer glass. A layer of suds understandably sloshes over the side well before his lips can partake. He ignores the sloppiness, quaffs heavily and gulps to clear his throat.
“So Wendy says I should come to this bar. Meet someone with an idea,” the quivering voice belying the man’s relative youth.
“I understand you’d like to go to an out of the way place. Where a guy can... not be found,” Kelly’s soft words not to be overheard.
“Yes, I have problem,” the reply coming with the turn of the head, cautiously surveying the bar for undesired listeners.
Kelly nods her head... pleasantly. Though never to fully divulge the daunting life facing the subjugants of Nusquam
