Her voice was a bit slurred.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
She shrugged and lifted the glass again.
“To get drunk. That much is obvious.”
She smirked faintly.
“You always did have a talent for stating the obvious.”
I pulled the stool beside her and sat down.
Up close, I could smell the alcohol on her breath.
The bartender, upon seeing me, bowed and greeted me before moving away.
Daphne leaned back slightly in her seat.
“You shouldn’t be here,”
“Why?”
She tilted her head.
“Because your wife wouldn’t like it.”
I studied her face carefully.
“You seem to know a lot about what my wife would or wouldn’t like.”
Her lips curved slightly.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. The cracked screen flickered faintly as I dialed.
Kelvin answered almost immediately.
“I will
