DOMINIC'S POV
The bar was nothing special. Dirty, dingy, and pretty much dripping with spilled sorrows and phantom cigarette smoke. Situated in a decaying strip mall of the kind where businesses came to die. Perfect, the kind where no one cared. The kind where you exchanged secrets for which you never got paid. Life was normal here, not like the sophisticated bars where everyone is trying to make an impression.
I walked in like I had nothing to lose because, literally, I didn't anymore. When I stepped in, I dialled the number trying to find the person i was here for and he turned around. He was already sitting there in a biith by the corner. He wore a leather jacket and his face was a little too shaved, posture a little too stiff to belong in a place like this. He looked like someone wh
