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eyes was all it took to make me move.
    The room remained silent, the people within merely watching my progress as I followed Christopher to the bottom steps. He started up them and I followed, his body guards bringing up the rear behind us. We ascended the steps and soon the noise in the room resumed its normal levels. I knew what they were discussing and I was glad I couldn’t hear it.
    We made it to the second floor and Christopher led the way down a long carpeted hall. A set of large wooden doors stood on the other end and I knew whatever lay beyond wouldn’t be something pleasant. 

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Aidan
     
    The bar was gradually beginning to fill up. It was the first place I’d thought to go once I left the station. My head was starting to pound and the best cure for a hangover was another drink. It was also the best cure for the thoughts of failure that swirled in my head. I had no clue about the best direction to go in first, everything was a jumbled mess in my head. All I needed was a few minutes of peace. Just a few minutes to give myself enough time to think. If I could find that, then maybe I could figure out a plan of action.
    The apartment where Christopher had his goons beat me was empty of anything constructive. The air strip was equally empty. And any of the men I knew he used for personal security were either dead, or missing. It didn’t seem to matter what avenue I took, Christopher was always one step ahead of me.
    The sound of raised voices from the front door of the bar drew my attention. Just two men having a heated argument, probably over a bar tab, or an unpaid debt. It certainly wasn’t anything I was interested in. That was until I heard his name uttered.
    “St James is going to hear about this.”
    I swivelled on the bar stool, my eyes raking over the crowd that had gathered. None of them looked familiar. Not one of them resembled any of the men he had hired in the area. And yet, they had mentioned him by name.
    Standing I made my way towards them, straining to pick up their conversation. I bumped into one of the men near the back, a black leather jacket type. He turned on me instantly, like some sort of rabid dog. His knuckles and hands were covered in tattoos, in fact any little scrap of skin that was exposed wore the inky markings of prison tattoos, crudely applied either by his own hand, or the shaking hand of another inmate.
    “What’s your problem?” His voice was gravelly and it blocked out most of the conversation I was trying to listen to.
    “No problem, just trying to see what’s happening.”
    I kept my tone as neutral as possible, I had no interest in him. But I watched the way his eyes narrowed, as though he was trying to figure out where he had seen me before. Was he one of my past arrests? Had I been the reason he wore some of his prison tattoos? If it were true, it would simply prove that I had the worst luck in the world.
    “I know you.”
    I shook my head and tried to back off, lifting my hands in mock surprise. 
    “I don’t think so buddy, you have me confused with someone else.”
    Over his shoulder I just had enough time to catch sight of a tall thin man in a dark suit entering the bar. He leaned in over one of the arguing men’s shoulders, whispered something in his ear and then he was gone. The other man simply shrugged and followed him outside.
    I wanted to go after them, find out what exactly the connection was. It seemed too good to be true. How could a clue about Christopher have landed so easily in my lap? Was I being set up? It certainly wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, especially with the way leather jacket was eyeing me up.
    I tried to move past him for the door, when he caught my arm.
    “I do know you. You’re the cop that tried to bust a friend of mine, well his boss to be more exact but it’s all the same to Angelo.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you