LEXIE
NEXT DAY
The afternoon shift at the drug store ended the same way it always did. Mr. Harlan grunted something that roughly translated to "good work" and disappeared into the back with his paperwork.
I wiped down the counter, said goodbye to Mrs. Ellis who had come in for her usual pain cream and stayed an extra twenty minutes to tell me about her neighbor's cat, and walked out into the late afternoon sun.
The air outside was cool and smelled like cut grass from somewhere down the street. I pulled my jacket tighter and started the walk back to the bar, taking the longer route like I had started doing lately.
I was halfway down the quiet side street when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around.
Crow fell into step beside me with both hands in his jacket pockets and a rela
