The bartender stuffed a chipped glass under a tap and poured an amber liquid. I watched the glass fill up, then moved a little closer to monitor the hall. Where was Nana D? In the ten seconds I'd gotten distracted, the bartender had crept up next to me and stuffed the glass under my nose.
“Looky like you need a drinky. Five dollars. And I might know where Dermot is.” A horrendous stench of pungent cigarette smoke and halitosis encircled us.
I stepped backward and sniffed the glass. It had the typical smell of beer, but it also had something floating in the foam that definitely did not belong there. “I'll pass on the drinky. I've ummm… had a few already… and well, I should be more careful after my last DUI…” Just then, Nana D appeared in the hallway again, her hands arranged on her hips i
