Nick was about to follow him into the bar, but after a moment's thought, he stopped and took out his phone to call Monroe.
Billy Capra had seen him just a day ago. Following him straight in now would only alert him. Although the Predator armor could make Nick invisible, using it in public like this might add a new urban legend to the city if he slipped up.
After all, it was only simple visual camouflage, unsuitable for a bar where people crowded together and the lighting was particularly chaotic.
Besides, given that supernatural forces really existed in this world, Nick had no plans to expose the Predator equipment yet, aside from the brief demonstrations he had given a few trusted friends to bolster their confidence.
Just as Nick selected Monroe's number and was about to hit the call button, two familiar figures appeared before him again.
This time, he was sure he had not been mistaken. Beside that black 1967 Chevrolet Impala muscle car, two brothers who did not look particularly alike were arguing.
The one who looked slightly older, presumably the elder brother, was complaining.
"Come on, Sam. That guy's just a freak, and we're looking for a ghost. This isn't our case. Aren't you heading back Monday for some graduate school interview? Why waste time on this?"
"It's a law school interview, Dean. But that bastard's already killed an innocent woman, and there could be more victims. Do you really think these incompetent local cops can catch him?"
Although the taller, younger-looking brother seemed to have a stronger sense of justice, his choice of words struck a certain someone as rather questionable.
"Who told you the local cops were all incompetent?" Nick cut in from behind them, thoroughly annoyed.
His remark startled both brothers. "Who are