Chapter Twenty-One
As soon as the sun set the next evening, I snatched my phone off the couch where it sat by Luna and dialed Beau’s number. After a long, depressing day at the Messenger spent writing stories about Opal’s death and funeral, I needed something to take my mind off it all — and I needed to take action.
“Hey, Zoe, how are you?” Beau answered, cheery as ever. Maybe some of it would rub off on me.
“I’ve been better,” I said.
“Sorry to hear that, but I understand. It’s been a tough week.”
“Well, I was hoping you might be able to help me with that,” I said. “Are you free tonight?”
“I am. What did you have in mind?”
“Remember how you said I could pick where we went the next time we got together?” I asked.
“Sure do.”
“Well, I heard about this bar I really want to check out.
