Chapter Twelve
“Somebody’s got some ‘splaining to do,” Leah murmured.
“You know, a case could be made he came here looking for Cam.” I slid a glance at her and of course, she knew I was serving up a sarcasm sandwich.
Decker watched our exchange, shaking her head as she opened the door to the bar. The smell of sweat, booze and an odor that eerily smelled like a skunk wafted out, forcing me to fight the urge to gag as we entered.
Leah scrunched her nose. “Is that…”
“Weed,” Decker said, low enough so that only the two of us could hear. “For medicinal purposes, of course.”
“Whatever ails ya, I guess,” Leah replied, scowling as she pinched her nose between her thumb and forefinger.
Even though the bar was nearly three-quarters full with people dancing to the jukebox, playing pool, shooti
