Chapter 3
Eleanor laid her purse on the bar and sat waiting for the girl to take notice. Reginald Sly was already watching her, alone, in the furthest corner of the bar. He was the first thing she saw on the way in. But of course, she thought, he gets the first word in.
He continued to stare, and his eyes unnerved her to mild anger. When the barmaid finally arrived, Eleanor almost bit her.
She handed the girl her I.D. and waited for her to finish with it. The girl took it, craned her neck far back to catch some passing word or joke from a male coworker, and laughed loudly. All the while Eleanor watched her I.D. dangle limply in the little girl’s hand. She followed it with her eyes. It drooped lower and lower with the barmaid turning farther and farther away, until it disappeared. Then i
