10
“Evan?” I called. I dropped my purse onto the floor and shut the door.
Evan’s bike was parked in the driveway, and his backpack rested near the table.
Footsteps jogged down the stairs. “Hey, Mars.” He kissed my cheek. “I didn’t think you’d be home until after bar closing. I was able to take off work and squeeze in some studying.”
“The bar is dead. Hank sent Jack and me home. I’m rather worried about him. I think he’s in the red, and he doesn’t have any customers. Where did they all go?”
“They may have gone down to Bazonkas across town.”
“I’ve never heard of that place.”
“It opened not too long ago. A number of people I know go there all the time.”
Oh, brother. If Hank’s grungy shack has to compete with a shiny new bar, there’s going to be trouble.
“Crap,” I muttered. “My almost
