Chapter TwelveTrevor followed the hulking man to the back of the smoke-filled pub where he knocked then opened the door and gestured for Trevor to follow him. The door closed behind them shutting out chatter, laughter, and music. Their footsteps were muffled on the black-and-tan Persian rug. Paneled in rich mahogany, the room was the antithesis of the cheaply painted bar he had just passed through. This was where the real business was conducted.
A mammoth oak desk dominated the room in front of which two carnelian leather chairs, covered in brass rivets, waited. An ornate, crystal chandelier cast shards of light on the man behind the desk. His sandy-brown hair was slicked back accentuating his tall, pale forehead. Small features clustered in the middle of his face. Dressed in a hand-tailo
