CHAPTER 149

ANTHONY'S POV

For the thousandth time, my eyes searched the entrance of the bar I was in, straining my neck, expecting a particular person to walk right in.

It was twenty minutes past the agreed meeting time, and he still hadn't arrived.

What was the delay for?

I took a long pull from my beer, the bottle already slick with condensation from my grip. My knee bounced uncontrollably under the table, my eyes locked on the bar's entrance for the hundredth time.

I wore a cap and a ...