THE ACCOMPLICE

Antoine sat with his phone in his hand, backing the door to the bar. She had sent him a text last night saying there was a problem and that they needed to meet urgently.

This morning he had woken up to see an address she had texted to him. This part of the city was not where he would typically like to come but according to her, they needed to meet in a place where no one would recognize them.

"What can I get you" a deep husky voice murmured beside him and he raised his head to see who it was.

He hadn't heard him approach his table partly because the bar was really noisy with men drinking and toasting each other from all angles and because he had been distracted.

The man had no semblance to a bartender, he was tall with huge muscles, the biceps jutting out from all angles with weird tattoos covering most of his upper half.

He wore an apron, two sizes small with the words, raw, suck and dawg inscribed on it.

From the dark shades he wore, Antoine could see the impatience written on