C149 A Failed Mission, Public Disgrace
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
