Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

At the office Mark and Jake decided to leave early working out their trip knowing they will be under tight surveillance. Trying to dig up information about Miley, who she was working with and if she was related to the people who sent them on an errand. The impossibility of that was slim to absolute zero.

Trying to feign as usual, they went to a club, not the expensive, luxurious classy California clubs but the dulled, soiled clubs filled with drunkards and addicts.

They arrived sitting at the round bar stool made of cheap woods, there dressing made them look too sundry for a place like that.

Partaking in open discussion once in a while, making cat calls and drinking. A hairy bearded man came up to meet the bartender wearing old rotten clothes with calloused rough hands from hard labor, they suppose.