The Bartender's Facade

Declan

I glanced around the hallway, half expecting to see someone peering at us through a cracked door. The place reeked of cheap air freshener and something I couldn't quite identify—possibly last week's takeout.

"Let me ask someone," Zane said, already moving toward the neighboring apartment. "These walls look thin enough that someone must've heard something."

"Be my guest." I leaned against th