A heavy, indescribable smell filled the air—a mix of liquor, sweat, and blood all at once. The moment the door swung open, the raucous noise seemed to pause for a beat, and when the onlookers noticed Lina Riley and the others in Ravenwell attire, a gleam of greed flashed in many eyes.
They were a vicious, lawless lot, brazenly sizing up the newcomers until their gazes settled on Lina. Then someone recognized Blanche Quinn's face. He spat out the toothpick from between his teeth and greeted Blanche in an all-too-friendly tone, "Hey, 'Little Blanche,' been a while. So…did you kill your older sister?"
That mention of killing one's kin was so casual, it sounded no more consequential than discussing the day's menu.
Lina scowled. She felt those hostile stares lingering on her, and her fists clenched in spite of herself.
Blanche, however, seemed immune to the chaos. She shook her head. "Something came up. I'll finish that later—it's all the same."