Chapter One: The Rain-Bar

The shoulder line of the suit was wrong, because there was body armor underneath. When he entered, he did not look at the bar first. He checked the rear exit, the windows, and the restrooms. Trained. "Sir," the man said, reaching the counter. "Phone. I need to call the police." Ethan slid a finished drink to a customer. "Your phone is in your pocket." The man froze. "You don't need the police," Ethan said, still wiping the glass. "The people chasing you are already here." The door opened again. Three men came in wearing black jackets, running shoes, and gloves. The first folded a wet umbrella with the point down, too steady for a civilian. The second kept his left hand in his pocket and carried his right shoulder low.