Bob nodded his head over to a man sitting at a booth by himself, "That man is a marker, when you bought the drinks you were marked by him. The blonde here was marked when he walked int. His other marks are still in here." Bob nodded his to a man laughing with some friends, "See them? Those are chasers. They are the ones that follow you and kill you. Unfortunatly for them, they are going to be dead soon.
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.
