Chapter Five
Death was mocking me.
Even though I had only ever seen her in photographs, I became more and more certain the woman was Christina. And if it wasn’t her, then she had some twin sister who’d been hiding away. Of course, this was not the case because I had a record of pretty near everything there was to know about Christina Bishop from my research on the case, and from interviewing Damian.
Yeah, a typical day in the life of Thomas Blume. Just trying to reach the bar and drown his sorrows but ends up seeing a dead woman on the way.
The smoky whisper inside called for a drink now more than ever, but the very real possibility of seeing a woman who should be a corpse had a slightly greater pull. I passed the bar without a second thought, my eyes locked on the figure on the other
