I looked at the bartender who flashed me another angry look and I quickly changed my mind about asking him about what I'd just heard. It would be better to hear from the horse itself. Placing the shot glass on the counter and a few dollar notes alongside it, I walked around to the door the man had disappeared into.
The bartender didn't notice me because he had returned to his cleaning and his friend at the counter had suddenly shifted his attention to his phone. Immediately after opening the door, I found myself standing directly in front of the man, as if he'd been waiting for me. A second later, I realized that he'd been on his way out. "Who are you?" He asked in a hostile manner.
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Stepping back to allow him through, I said, “I overheard you talking about someone earlier. Daisy." Bef
