Chapter 62: Roadhouse

Reid's sharp vision immediately adjusts to the low light inside the roadhouse. He pays close attention to everything

around him, senses wide open. The air tastes like greasy food and cigar tobacco, and someone nearby has day old body odor

barely masked by deodorant. The air feels heavy and thick, humidity level high. Murmuring voices come from the far side

of the bar and an old, beat up booth surrounded by 50's memorabilia. Through a haze of smoke, Reid sees his target seated

casually at the table. He's not alone.

Lucy slides into the seat next to her boss on his right, not looking up or making a sound as one suited arm drops around

her shoulders. Reid ignores her, unimpressed with Syracuse but refusing to underestimate the man or the pair of guards

who flank his table, shoulders as broad as a doorway.

A pair of gold and diamond rings flash from chubby fingers as the large man draws on his thick cigar. His dark eyes glow