Chapter 143: A Tall Glass of Water

The waitress sets down three tall glasses of water, all filled to the brim with ice. Luk grabs a glass closer to his side of the table like I'm a wild animal who will cut his arm off if he touches my water.

Okay, it's not that far from the truth. The other two glasses end up on each side of me, leaving room for the plate of food that has yet to be delivered. A restaurant that serves breakfast twenty-four hours a day and an ice maker. The Last Chance isn't so bad.

Of course, I'm eating this meal with a man who walks around with a bag of guns. After Lukis finished unloading his sacks of destruction, he had three reasonably-sized guns lying on the bed. And when I say reasonably, I mean they were regular-sized. Still big, and guns, but not so big and scary I wanted to run away with my arms flailing... much. There's a double-barrel shotgun I'm pretty sure people only use in Westerns, and the most reasonable of the pack is a tiny black pistol. He laid them all out on the bedspread like t