#Chapter 389: Bad News

Enzo The bar was alive with the chatter and laughter of the team. The pub that Tim had introduced me to, O’Riley’s pub, was the perfect picture of a small-town bar. And right now, that was exactly what I needed. I had ordered a tall glass of beer; nothing that would get me too drunk because I needed to be alert in case Nina needed me, but just enough to help me relax. But, speaking of Nina, she still hadn’t called. And now Mila was leaning toward me, her eyes glinting in the dim light of the bar. “Let’s get to know each other a little, Mr. Rivers,” she said, flashing me a smile that would have looked warm and inviting to anyone else but did nothing but fill me with unease after earlier. “Okay, um…” I tried to keep my voice steady, just wanting to be polite. It was just one drink; soon, I’d be back in my hotel room, talking to my wife on the phone. I could ignore Mila for that long. “What do you want to know?” “I still can’t stop thinking about those PT results of your