Chapter 48 Chapter Forty Eight
- The bar attendant looked at me and wasn't sure he was supposed to tell me whatever it was he wanted to spill.
- He let out a weak laugh. "I must say, you are good. Maybe you are even the best fighter I have seen in years. But do you think you can stand against him?"
- "If you mean him, you mean Zack, right?" I asked, sipping my whiskey even though it was late.