Twenty-Two
“SO,” HELEN SAYS. “YOU’RE saying Steve and Chad Hudson were lovers?”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t exactly call them that,” Candi says. “I’m not sure where they met, but Chad would come over here a couple of times a week, wait until Steve’s shift was over or closing time, then they’d go to Steve’s place—he has a small apartment upstairs.”
I look at Helen. So, it appears Chad wasn’t as devoted to Richard as Gladys thought.
“Tell me about Monday night,” Helen says.
“Chad came in, like I say, and sat at a table—ah, over at that one, I think. He hadn’t been here in a while, so I pointed him out to Steve. I started to go over to get his order, but Steve said he’d take care of it.”
“What did he do then?” Helen asked. “Did he pour a drink?”
“Uh-huh,” Candi says. “Chad’s usual, a single-malt
