Chapter Twenty-Five
Erik had never liked suits. Ever.
They were too constricting for his tastes, but the restaurant’s dress code dictated something nicer than his casual resort-wandering outfit. Avoiding discomfort was less important than getting the job done.
Now as they approached the restaurant, Erik realized something. It changed his opinion, and he wished he’d been wearing the suit earlier.
The change in clothing provided him with something he’d been denied for most of his time in the resort: a carefully concealed holster that allowed him to carry his gun rather than relying on hiding it with Jia. He hadn’t seen a scanner in the resort past the docks.
The suit might not replace his duster under normal circumstances, but buying a bullet-resistant suit might be in order for future
