CHAPTER 37Terry Hines needed to think but he also wanted to relax. Tomorrow the next phase of his plan would take place. It was still early when he arrived at the Old Crom Pub and took a seat at the end of a separate bar in the Cottage Room. The same female bartender that had served Hines during his last visit walked around the corner carrying a wet dishtowel. With one long practiced motion she wiped off the counter in front of him and then smiled.
“Guinness Stout?” she asked, scrunching her nose.
“No, Beamish.”
“That’s right,” she said tilting her head back. She grabbed a mug and took a careful minute of pouring to build him a pint with a solid inch of head.
“Enjoy.” She disappeared as quickly as she’d arrived.
Hines’s mind retraced the steps that led him here. At his bond hearing la
