DOMINIC'S POV

The bar was nothing special. Dirty, dingy, and pretty much dripping with spilled sorrows and phantom cigarette smoke. Situated in a decaying strip mall of the kind where businesses came to die. Perfect, the kind where no one cared. The kind where you exchanged secrets for which you never got paid. Life was normal here, not like the sophisticated bars where everyone is trying to make an impression.

I walked in like I had nothing to lose because, literally, I didn't ...