The bar was dimly lit. It was on the outskirts of town, and very few people ever visited it. Armando had been frequenting this bar since he had come to the city. He went there every evening and stayed there until the bar closed down.
I squinted as I tried to locate the man. There were a few people ordering drinks.
Before I could spot the man, I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I reigned in my instincts but prepared my body to react if needed. My back stiffened slightly as I turned around.
Anthony Murray, it seemed, had no plans on leaving me alone. I had the urge to shoo him away, or maybe roll my eyes at him, but the seriousness of the situation stopped me from acting foolishly. I didn't want to create a scene. Today was the day that I had to take out Francis. He would be leaving in two days and I would become obvious if the CCTV cameras caught me snooping around on consecutive nights.
