Janet
At the bar
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“So, what were you doing before you took this place over?”
“The same thing, more or less. This is what I’ve been doing...we were doing, for the past dozen years, give or take; buying crappy bars and turning them into places where people want to go and hang out.” She sort of half smiled like she was remembering something.
I picked up on the word ‘we’ and I remembered her remark about using the name ‘Wysocki’ now that she was back in town so, being the nosy detective that I was becoming, I zeroed in on that.
“So, I take it you’re divorced now, and you came back here to get away from him?”
“Way off the mark, detective.” She smiled just a little bigger at me.
“Oh, sorry. I do that – jump to conclusions – sometimes; bad in my line of work, I know. I’m still lea
