LEXIE
NEXT DAY
The afternoon was slow in the best way. Mr. Harlan had let me go early again, something about overstaffing, which was generous considering the staff consisted of me and him and occasionally his daughter when she visited.
I suspected he just wanted the crossword to himself but I took the out and walked back to the bar in the warm late afternoon sun without complaining.
The bar was quiet when I came in, a tuesday kind of quiet, unhurried and unbothered. Mia was in the back doing something that involved occasional clattering.
Crow was in the lot, two members I knew by face but not well sat at the far table with drinks and a conversation they were having at low volume.
I got a glass of water and sat at the bar and did nothing for approximately four minutes before I star
