Killian: Hope City, Book 8 by Kris Michaels & Hopeful Heroes

Author:Kris Michaels & Hopeful Heroes [Michaels, Kris & Heroes, Hopeful]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781947178861
Publisher: KMRW LLC
Published: 2021-03-29T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Killian pushed the Tipsy Tavern’s door open and smiled. Not a damn thing had changed. The dark wood bar still had a polished copper top and a rail that ran along the outside. The bar stretched the entire length of the establishment. The booths ran along the other side and the tables were clustered around dart boards, pool tables, and televisions that ran through the center. For a Friday night at ten, most would say the bar was deserted, but the truth was the main crush of clientele arrived when the shifts changed at the docks. Four in the afternoon day shift ended, and by five there was standing room only. That crowd thinned out as the workers made their way home, but by one o’clock, the place would be rocking when the swing shift ended at midnight.

Taggart Jacobson was behind the bar, one of the three brothers who owned the Tavern. The man did a double take in his direction. “Well, I’ll be damned. What drags you out here on a Friday night?” He extended a hand and Killian shook it.

“Need a nightcap.” He sat down and glanced at the beers on tap. “How about a tall glass of the Salty Dog Ale?”

“Coming right up.” Taggart pulled him a glass and deposited it on a coaster in front of him. “Been a couple years since you were building around here. Are we getting new construction in the area?” Taggart nodded to his waitress, who stepped behind the bar and pulled her own beers to fill her orders.

“Not from us. My company is doing the Pinnacle build about fifteen miles due east of here.” He took a sip of the cold ale and sighed. There was nothing like draft beer. It was simply the best.

“East of here, you say?” Taggart glanced around the bar; his eyes darted from table to table before he leaned in. “You be careful over there, you hear?”

He stopped with his beer halfway to his mouth and set the glass down before he lowered his voice. “What have you heard?”

Taggart busied himself drying perfectly dry glasses. He leaned forward and placed the glass in the rack. “Nothing good. All rumors, all speculation, but too many mentions not to have some foundation.”

“Foundation in what?”

“Mob is interested in land over there.”

His eyes popped at that. “Say what?”

Taggart shrugged. “It’s what I’m hearing.”

“That’s unusual, isn’t it? The Mob investing in land?”

Taggart shrugged and leaned forward. “They tend to get what they want.”

“Well, I’ll keep my ear to the ground. If you hear anything, give me a call, will you?” He caught the door opening and turned to watch Bekki walk in. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a black silky shirt, and a black leather coat and matching high-heeled boots. The combination was jaw-dropping.

“Damn, is she lost?” Taggart stared at Bekki as she walked by and sat down at a booth. The waitress was at her table a second later.

“Not a regular?” Killian turned and looked at the mirror behind the bar.

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