CHAPTER 20
“This is your idea of safety?” Jeff wrapped his hands tightly around the pint of beer. He couldn’t even remember what he’d ordered.
The woman glanced over her shoulder at the c***k of pool balls that was followed by a drunken cheer. Four guys moved around the beat-up table in the corner, leaning on pool cues and talking loudly. The bar was one of those worn down, dingy places that had seen better days, twenty or thirty years ago. Dark wood, dim lights, a long bar with a half-dozen taps, the place was half or maybe three-quarters full.
“Seems pretty safe to me.” She began picking at her fingertips.
“Great hangout for helicopter pilots who like scaring the s**t out of people?” His voice rose toward panic at the end and he bit it back. Now that they were no longer moving, no lo
