Rance parked in front of Everglades, the only place in the small community that passed for a bar. However, looking at the dilapidated building, he still possessed his doubts about that. The building looked more like a piecemeal shack thrown together after a hurricane than an actual structure built on purpose. With his luck, Rance would walk inside and the whole place would give up the ghost and come crashing down around him. I really hope this place at least has decent whiskey. After the scene at the sheriff's department, Rance desperately needed a drink.
Opening his door, he slid out of his car, shoving the keys into his pocket, and took a deep breath of the stifling evening air. As he turned toward the entrance, his mind shifted back to the interrogation of the Serpent gang member. Ranc
