A LONELY DRINK
JOHN
Cain's Pub — the best cop bar in the city. Okay, so maybe it's the only cop bar in the city, but who's counting?
Walter and I come here after a particularly tough shift, which is why I'm sitting here tonight waiting for him. I'm surprised I'm the one waiting for him. To be honest, it's usually the other way around. I'm the one who is usually finishing up the paperwork while he is here knocking back round after round.
I don't mind though; the bar is great. It's a traditional Irish pub. Wood lines every inch of the place, from the tabletops to the bar, and dead center of the bar is a giant brass bar-tap. I don't really need anything from the tap because I'm more of a bourbon guy myself. I can thank Walter for that. He made sure I kept a taste for it the second I turne
