Chapter 1Mere moments ago, the sunset had been as brilliant as the hair Scott had haphazardly thrown into a stubby ponytail. Now it was fading, leaving behind a sky that could truly be considered a purple haze. In another fifteen minutes, even that would be gone. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and glanced through the windshield for what seemed like the millionth time. He had told his dad they would meet between six-thirty and seven. It was now seven-twenty. There were a million things to do—this meeting tonight was merely the first of them—and he was already behind. That wasn’t good.
Scott glanced at the sign over the doorway of the bar: Sid’s Tavern. It had been Sid’s Tavern since well before he could remember, and it had probably been Sid’s Tavern since before anyone in Su
