Leave the booth and talk to Spencer
“Excuse me for a minute,” I say, and give the man blocking my exit a bit of a nudge.
At first, it looks like he isn’t going to let me up.
“Henry,” the opposite man says, the one Katie sits quite snuggled up to with a dreamy expression on her face. “Play nice, brother. We don’t want to make a scene.”
“Of course not.” Henry forces a smile and slides out of the booth. Spencer and Henry glare at one another while I shimmy out.
“It’ll take just a minute,” Spencer says again, showing more courtesy and politeness in this one weird exchange than he has all week.
I follow him across the bar to the opposite wall. He stops beside a pool table where a woman racks up the balls for a game of eight ball. Those chalking up their hands and cues give us curious side
