Chapter 82: Extracting answers.

Mason hung back in the shadows. Liquor bottles and cases of beer lined the shelves, ready to be used to booze up whatever the drink of the night was. He could see out through the bamboo slats into the empty bar front. According to the schedule, the beach bar should open for the afternoon any minute now.

He checked the time, holstered his gun, and performed a quick search of the small storage area. Hannah had specifically said this was the only bar open last night, but whatever drug the drink had been laced with wasn't there. Then again, he didn't expect there to be a bag of narcotics sitting around. Still, he had to cover every possibility.

A key jangled outside the door.

Mason stepped into the space behind the door and drew his weapon.

Light spilled in and the hinges squeaked. A man's figure cast a long shadow on the ground, stretching away from Mason. He waited until the door swung shut to raise his gun, leveling it at the man's chest.