Chapter 47: All of You, Get the Hell Out

Fabian Farrell fixed the gawkers with an icy stare. "If you don't want to die, leave money for your meal and get out." The onlookers scrambled to slap cash on the table and bolted for the door. At Dallas's table, his two buddies tried to blend into the chaos and slip out with the crowd. "You two planning to leave as well?" Fabian gave a cold, contemptuous snort. "I…" The thin young man choked on his words, frightened into silence by that sound. "This has nothing to do with us," blurted the...