Chapter 9We arrived at the bar and entered through the double oak doors. Seymour's was located on the bottom floor of a Victorian building that had been beautifully preserved and restored. I'm a huge fan of San Francisco's historic architecture, which was one of the reasons I bought my apartment in an ornate 1920s building, and another reason I was so fond of Seymour's. The bar is loaded with Victorian charm, complete with tufted red velvet booths and chairs, ornately carved dark wood features, and electrified gaslight style fixtures.
The booth in the farthest corner was our regular spot and Billy headed toward it, ignoring the nod of greeting from the bartender, Ed. Although I was positive that Justine taught Billy manners, she rarely used them. I, on the other hand, used mine often. I w
