Damon

Julio was a priority. I clenched my fist on the slightly damp table. Clearly, the quality of the bar had fallen in recent months since I left. I was interested in seeing how the city had turned out since I left and since Frank's disappearance.

"I need to make some calls," I directed Justin. "We're going to get him out. Call Leo, tell her we need heavy guns and an extraction point."

Justin immediately sprang into action and left the bar. I signaled to the server and, after a while, he brought me a glass of Scotch. When the cup came, it was filled two fingers high with a...