The silence in the bar was deafening. Every person in the room stared at Victor Zane in complete shock. The most feared gangster in New York City was bowing to me like a servant greeting his master.
Brother Meng's friends scrambled backward, their faces pale with terror. They had never seen their boss show respect to anyone, let alone bow.
"Get up," I said calmly. "We need to talk."
Victor Zane straightened but kept his eyes downcast. "Of course, Mr. Hayes. Whatever you need."
The bartender's hands shook as he wiped down glasses. Several patrons had pulled out their phones, but one sharp look from Victor Zane made them quickly put them away.
"Your man drugged my woman," I said, my voice carrying clearly through the silent bar. "Explain."
