(Ridge)
Thursday afternoon, The Spoke was packed.
Lunch rush was just ending, but people were still coming in, ordering food, drinking beer, talking.
I was behind the bar with Mira, Dane was at a table going over inventory, brothers were positioned around the building like always.
Everything felt normal.
Until the door opened.
I looked up.
Hank's cousin.
The same one from the woods, the one who'd stood there with Hank's brother and sister, the one who'd said my head should be cut off just like Hank's.
He walked straight to the bar, sat down on a stool.
Mira looked at me, I gave her a small nod, she moved to the other end of the bar.
I walked over. "What can I get you?"
He looked at me for a second. "Nothing, I'm not here to drink."
"Then why are you here?"
"I want to talk abo
