Chapter 9
Wednesday, April 6th LindsayFor once, I wasn’t late. I parked and made it into Cowboy’s Bar with two minutes to spare for my date with the accountant. The bar recently opened so I was the only customer in the place. I picked a table in the corner of the room, somewhere easy to see when he walked through the door and with enough privacy to hold a conversation. Chris brought me a glass of water and two menus before slipping back to the bar to continue evaluating his inventory.
The minutes on my phone clicked on by. Five, ten, and then fifteen minutes passed. I got up and refilled my water glass at the bar.
“Still not here?” He scribbled a note on the pad in front of him.
“No, I think I’ve been stood up.”
“Don’t worry, kid. He’ll show.” He looked up from his pad of paper and sm
