THIRD PERSON POV

The casino was dimly lit, dark clouds of tobacco floating around the room, complimenting the ambiance better than the shitty jazz music. He stood there, back pressed against the brick walls, a glass of whiskey in one hand and the other tucked in his pocket.

He waited, his heavily hooded eyes scanning through the vicinity. Luke silently eyed the men in the bar, but none of them were remarkable enough to keep his attention.

All except one.

Luke's grip on his ...