C171 He Climbed out of the Bar

Every head in the bar turned toward the door as a man in a white T-shirt and black slacks made his entrance, his face etched with unmistakable fury. His eyes carried a primal warning that set off an instinctive alarm in those who caught his gaze.

The patrons, mid-sip, began to murmur among themselves, sensing that this was no ordinary man.

The bar staff exchanged uneasy glances