Chapter 11
Hours later, Ryan’s neck was cramped and his eyes bleary. He stretched at his desk and rolled his head from side to side. The bar had quieted, as it did every day after lunch and before dinner. He headed to the bar to check with Mary before going to Twilight. He had another few hours of inventory there. Twilight wasn’t open until evening, though, so he’d have no interruptions.
To his surprise, Colin was there, but he stood behind the bar, drying glasses. Ryan didn’t comment. If his brother wanted to dry glasses, why should he care?
The tables were clean and empty. A few regulars sat at the bar, nursing an afternoon beer while they watched sports on TV. The old guys often reminded him of his father. Even though he’d handed the daily operation of the bar over to Ryan, Dad still
