Chapter 7: The Unfortunate OnesCOLE WALKED DOWNTOWN with the fading afternoon light. By the time he rounded the corner up past YellowBelly towards George Street, the evening chill had once again blanketed Newfoundland. He ducked inside Green Sleeves and waved at the bartender, exchanging a somber nod with him. Seated by the corner of the bar, Cole soon held a stout in his hand and the bartender hung back to see if Cole was in the mood to chat.
“Damn shame,” Cole said as he took his first sip.
The bartender, about Cole’s age, tossed a hand towel under the bar and crossed his arms as he leaned against the back of the bar.
“Sure is.”
Cole asked, “Did you know any of them?”
Under his thick dark beard, Cole caught a grimace spreading across his lips as he replied, “I did, a few of them. No
