EPILOGUEFranklin sat at the bar nursing a glass of Jack over the rocks. The establishment was dimly lit being that it had been closed for the last couple of hours. But since the big man was a regular at the place and a big tipper, he was awarded privileges that other patrons weren’t. He was the only one in Jinx’s beside the heavy set bartender who was wiping the bar with a rag down at the moment.
“Hey, Frankie,” Jinx, the bartender, addressed him after cutting the lights out behind the bar. “I’m going home. Lock the place up, will ya?” he tossed him the keys and zipped up the jacket, tucking his chubby hands inside of its pockets.
A drunken Franklin spun around on the stool and lifted his glass to the bartender. The man shook his head with a smirk and made his out of the backdoor.
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