Chapter 212: Dangerous Protector

Volume 5: Dangerous Protector

MARCO BENALLY SWIRLED THE ice cubes in his glass, each clink ratcheting up the tension coiled between his shoulder blades.

She should have been here already.

His source had put his mark here every Friday at five, like clockwork.

So where the hell was she?

The downtown Denver bar was full of the young, trendy office crowd. They didn't need shit on them to smell. Most of the ones clustered around the bar worked for NueEnergy, a company that touted themselves as the second coming for green electric alternatives.

NueEnergy was about as green as what came out the back end of his Harley.

He turned, surveying the happy hour crowd in their designer suits and fashionable hoopla.

When sludge started coming up out of the ground a couple acres from his parent's place in Moab, they'd trusted the authorities to get to the bottom of it and fix things.

That was nearly four years ago.