Money minded slave

Raymond's POV

Stanley and I stepped down from the car, staring towards the place we were about to enter, Marcus's location.

According to the detective, Marcus doesn't leave the particular bar. He drinks there and gambles there. The only place he is found is in that particular bar.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Stanley asked me as we walked into the small bar.

“Hm,” I replied with a nod.

When we stepped in, I regretted not asking my men to do this. The place was stuffy, noisy, and smelly. I tried not to puke, as for Stanley, he was already so upset we had to do this.

My eyes scanned the place for Marcus, he had to be somewhere around. Even standing in one spot wasn't a good idea, as the smell of alcohol only got worse. We made our way to the bar attendant

“Two glasses,” I said, and he got to work.

Even as he poured the beer, I could see very well that this place was meant for only the poor people. Luckily for me, my eyes caught sight of the man, Marcus.

I signaled Stanl