Chapter 118

The taxi leaves me at the doors of a crowded bar with a pink neon sign on its dark facade. It rained in the last few hours. In fact, rain has been part of everyday life in recent days. The air is still humid and gloomy in this poorly frequented part of the city, the south side, but I don't want to think about giving up. It has to happen tonight.

The first step to an alliance is direct contact with those interested. And that's what I'm doing right now. With my intuition waving for me to give up, and with my cell phone ringing silently and incessantly inside the pocket of my jeans, I keep my mind calm to have courage.

Walking as naturally as I can, I go through an unkind group of drunk men and one of them stares at me. I immediately reflect that Hunter was right when he told me it was ridiculous and unnecessary to use the disguise I'm wearing tonight. It was enough to have used a taxi to mislead Jonathan's men, a wig, neutral clothes, and a snope posture would not become m