Chapter 69
We arrived at the inn designated for the meeting. It was called the "Crusty Crumpet," which sounded like a surefire place from which to get food poisoning. Trish had picked it, which meant she either trusted it or wanted plausible deniability in case we got poisoned. Both were equally likely.
Trish led the way in with Bruiser stomping after her like a silent, faithful dog. Finn and I followed, but none of us was armed.
According to Trish, the Code stated that no one was allowed any weapons in a Brotherhood meeting. But to be honest, these people didn't need weapons to do damage.
The main room of The Crusty Crumpet was sparsely lit and smelled of burnt syrup. A massive driftwood table was placed in the center, surrounded by cracked leather chairs and pirate captains who all looked like they'd stabbed someone for sneezing too loudly. Six of them, to be exact—everyone but Goodeye.
