Publisher's blurb: This weathered old inn houses more than passing travelers... You probably won't see or hear me. But if you can't hold onto it, what's yours will be mine. They call me a thief, but I earn every copper with blood. This isn't a clean or safe part of town, but it's my place; my refuge. Watch your step, watch your back, and know more than one way out. We look out for one another, so you take your chances if you come here. Just plan to leave empty-handed; I haven?t been caught yet.