Chapter 234. A Body Double

I watched the men drink and discuss biker politics that made no sense to me except the fact that I thought it seemed a little like the mafia politics I read in weathered paperbacks I got from the library in my teen years.

“Excuse me.” I smiled at the old man, and he turned to me with kind eyes, reaching out to pat my hand as I stood up.

I mourned the chance I lost as I walked away. Those men had moved to our table before I even got the chance to speak. 

Stopping at the counter, I waited for the bar attendant to turn around before asking her in Hungarian where the bathroom was.

Unlike the bikers, I doubted she understood a lick of English, and as she gave me directions, I nodded with a polite smile. 

Louise might be the devil's mistress, but she spared no cost with my education, and I had learned more languages than I thought I would ever need.

When I returned from the restroom, I took one of the stools by the counter, deciding to hang out with