Chapter 13Everyone had their own shelf life, you had no say in how it began, or how it ended. That’s how Jimmy felt after watching retired detective Jonathan Tolliver hobble out of Sally’s Bar. He knew the man’s death was inevitable. He wished the man comfort as the disease would wreak its awful course. He stayed at Sally’s for one more beer before venturing outdoors, into the cold air of the Adirondacks. Taking as deep a breath as his lungs could absorb, he exhaled with a life-affirming chill. He had to think about his next step. He still had time to drive back to the city; it was only four o’clock in the afternoon. But he’d been driving most of the day. Had he earned a respite? A night away, to think about all he’d learned.
What he needed first was sustenance. A bite to eat. He’d notice
