–Deanne–
Caine drove around the city. No more traffic, but downtown Chicago still buzzed with life. A bar, maybe? I needed to get my mind off things. Sleep wasn't going to happen anyway—not with the clutter in my head. Like Livana's unexpected stunt handing the ace to Damon. We were both waiting to hear about the status of Alejandro's head. Lovely.
Those undercover government agents were still monitoring us. Not like my boss is some wanted criminal or anything. They have zero evidence. But her mother used to work for them, and the device she built? A little too dangerous for comfort. "So?" he asked.
"Just find somewhere. Whatever decent pub or bar exists in this city," I muttered, and he turned the wheel.
"I thought we were getting food?"
"Yeah, they serve food too—don't they?" I turned to him with a raised brow.
"Why a bar?"
"I want a drink."
"Okay."
