"I know."
"Then stop treating everyone like a suspect."
I looked at Dane. "Someone killed Hank. Left his head at our gates. And we still don't know who. So yeah, everyone's a suspect until I know otherwise."
He didn't argue.
The night went on. More customers. More drinks. More food.
Nothing happened.
By nine, I was getting restless.
Walked outside. Leo and Knox were there. Patrolling.
"Anything?" I asked.
"No," Leo said. "Quiet."
"Too quiet."
"Maybe that's a good thing."
"Or maybe they're waiting for us to drop our guard."
Leo didn't say anything.
I walked around the building. Checked the parking lot. The street. The surrounding area.
Nothing.
Just people coming and going. Normal Friday night.
I went back inside.
Mira was at the bar. Wiping down the counter.
She looked a
