Kane leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the BMW peel out of the dirt driveway of his bar, House Rules. It had been called Nightingale’s up until a year ago, but when the previous owner, Carl, sold it to him, he changed it. Who wanted to go to a bar called Nightingale’s? No one, but the same couldn’t be said for people wanting to buy the place from him.
“Was that another buyer?” Jake, his good friend and office manager asked.
Jake had been injured in the service overseas. An IED went off in the Humvee he was riding in and blew off a leg and messed up his face pretty bad. He was lucky, considering most of the other guys died in the explosion or were missing more limbs. Jake had been on the back and had and had been more protected. The military
