Kim pulled the car into the parking lot. Poised on a seaside cliff on the outskirts of town, the Silva Brothers’ Brewpub had the look of an era gone by. Allie studied the weathered cedar facade through narrowed eyes. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this.”
Flashing a broad smile, Kim said, “Because I’m always right, and you know it.”
“Do I?” Allie pulled open the heavy oak door. “The parking lot’s empty. That’s good for me, but it doesn’t speak well for the place.”
“That’s only because it’s new.”
Inside, the smell of chowder and freshly baked bread filled the air, drawing them in past the reclaimed-wood-plank-covered walls. Overhead, lobster traps and fishnets hung in haphazard tatters, while enlargements of old black-and-white photographs of fishermen hung on the walls. As spe
