Chapter 11 Tiger

• Harley Finley
• I pulled my hood from my large sweater over my head at an attempt to hide my face from the over crowded bar I was about to walk into. I could already hear a bar fight going on and I couldn't help but cringe at the man with a bloodied nose that stumbled out.
• Every bone in my body was screaming at me to turn around. Only the lowest, most asshole-ish people came here to drink and smoke until their lungs were brown and their mind hazed. I should know since I was one of them at some point in my life. I'd come here to hide from Jim, knowing he'd never come to such a place that was riddled with his enemies.