Chapter 12 Bar

• Albert's POV
• The rhythmic thrum of bass pulsed through the air as I pushed open the heavy oak doors of The Rusty Nail. The familiar smoky haze hung low, swirling around the patrons who crowded the dimly lit bar.
• A group of women on the dance floor swayed to the music. Ignoring the suggestive glances and lingering touches a few of the women tried to send my way, I headed to the back of the bar, where a discreetly marked door led to a private room favored by Ivan and me.