Last call from denial: confessions of an oblivious bartender (with a glock)
Hunter Vale wanted a quiet life.
After retiring from the hitman business (don't ask), he finds solace behind the bar at Ella's Jazz Bar. It's a smoky, velvet-draped club where the drinks are stiff, the band is hotter than hell, and everyone is very obviously in the mafia.
Hunter, of course, willfully notices none of this.
He's too busy perfecting his cocktail ratios, naming the bar stools, and pretending that the Glock on the counter is for "historical decoration." But between a possessive piano-playing Mafia Don, a siren-voiced crooner, a six-man band of red flags, and a string of bodies that definitely weren't there yesterday, denial might not be enough to keep him safe.
Or sane.