86 At the Bar V

"It's been a while," Emil said, setting his glass down on the bar counter.

Lorcan grunted in agreement, "Couldn't be helped. We have both been kept busy."

Emil leaned back on his chair and glanced at the frowning man beside him. "Yeah. Real busy. How are things looking on your side? Found the person responsible yet?"

Lorcan pursed his lips, displeasure radiating from every cell of his body. There was a long angry silence before his companion replied. "Not like it would make a difference," he gritted out, staring blankly at his untouched glass as he swirled the drink within it. "The official statement is that the warehouse was storing unsafe chemicals which detonated due to mishandling from within. The explosion, a result of negligence."

Emil traces the rim of his glass with the tip of his finger.

"So, he gets away with it once more," he mutters.

Lorcan downs his drink in silent resignation.