Chapter Four
The Argyll
One is never enough, and three is way too many.
Shifty was standing behind the bar, polishing an endless supply of glasses and staring at Sky Sports. It was Tuesday night; nothing much happened on a Tuesday night. In fact, Shifty only kept the bar open for the dance class women. And tonight I could tell he was regretting it; he had been polishing the same glass for ten minutes.
Shifty runs the Argyll and, according to Sheryl, he runs it like no other. Sheryl swears by him, but she’s easily impressed. She thinks because he remembers what she drinks, he is actually interested in what she has to say.
Truth is, Shifty, has little time for women.
He wasn’t always like that; in fact, he was even happily married until his wife left him for Ardennes – or the Latin ars
