Chapter Four
Unease clung like morning dew.
I wasn’t at all surprised to find Damian still on my mind after a late lunch of store-bought noodles. The kid had been heartbroken, and there was nothing I could do for him. Didn’t mean I couldn’t feel sorry for the poor sap, though. All I had were pictures from the scene of the accident, and those sure as hell weren’t going to do him any good.
I was also not at all surprised that my morning coffee wasn’t nearly enough to soothe my nerves. I fidgeted, sorting through a list of potential cases, trying to decide which ones to take on. The calls were still coming in and business was brisk. I set aside the three most promising investigations and then stopped kidding myself. I threw on my jacket and headed for the bar.
I barely needed the coat. Sp
