At the place

Chapter 95

RICHARD’S POV

Entering the bar, the familiar gentle jazz tunes from the speakers flowed through me, and the scent of fresh coffee, beer and alcohol wafted through the air and into my nostrils.

I scanned around for Ben but couldn’t catch sight of him. As far as I knew, this was his one-to-go place for drinking, doing drugs and shit, and consorting with hookers. No doubt, this will be the first place he’d come to if released from prison. If he hadn’t shown up yet, then it must haven’t been released yet.

As I walked towards the bar, I continued looking around with hopes of seeing him. It was quite early in the morning and not so many customers were around yet. That will make things a lot easier for me as I could kill him without anyone noticing.

I moved a stool at the bar counter a little and sat on it. The bartender was cleaning the wine bottles on the shelf when he saw me. His expression grew guarded and his eyes narrowed at me like he knew I’d done something wrong and wasn