Avenger by Jane Bradshaw

This bar is seedy and disgusting. Not the kind of place I like to frequent. But I needed somewhere off the radar. The sort of place where no one pays attention to you or remembers a face or name. Even the bars name, ‘Hot Bird’, bespoke of the kind of venue it was. I had...

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