Chapter 23
Wednesday arrived quickly. I walked into the Rails alone. Bertie was parked outside in case I needed to leave on my own too.
My breath caught in my throat as I surveyed the familiar, welcoming scene, filing away every detail—the velvet curtains I passed through, the high set timber tables, the low leather couches, the bookshelves in the corners, the green-topped pool tables, and the mannequin with a pineapple for a head next to the bar.
I walked over to the front table and waved to a few familiar faces. Sarah made her way around from the other side of the table, greeting me with an air kiss to ensure neither of us smudged our blood-red lipstick. I would never have considered wearing such a vivid shade, but it complimented my vintage look to perfection. Well, maybe not quite t
