Chapter 80 Seventy Nine

• Thane lazily lifted the bottle and turned it into the short glass on the counter before him.
• The motel bar was quiet and empty-just like he wanted. He wasn't in the mood to see people, and he might have someone arrested if there was some psycho heavily drunk and wanted to talk shit because they recognized him.
• Also, he really wanted the breathing space. A space away from everyone apart from the man behind at the bar who'd continue to serve him till he was ready to drag his ass to somewhere else.