EPILOGUE
“She’s late.”
Toni eyed the C-bot beneath the table. Mate lay at her feet; his head resting on top of her boot. “I know.”
“It’s not like her.”
“I know.” She tapped the edge of her empty glass, her third in as many hours. Jas had never been this late before. A chill kissed Toni’s neck, sending a shiver over her body. Something was wrong. Scratching her shoulder, she ran through all the reasons Jas might have to excuse her tardiness. It was a short list.
Leaning back, she glanced around the noisy bar. Their latest haunt was hopping with many unfamiliar faces. The perfect game pool. So where was her friend?
The twin scents of body odor and sweat threatened suffocation. Toni twitched as three dock workers passed her chair. She needed a new drink to bury her nose in.
Music once
