C318 You’re accusing my best friend?

Then, Rowan made two calls.

One hour later…

The underground bar was dimly lit and far from the eyes of the world. A single table was placed at the center of the room, surrounded by leather chairs and guarded by two men at the door. The place smelled faintly of old whiskey and humid air.

Rowan stood near the bar counter, holding a glass of untouched scotch in his hand. His eyes were alert