Chapter 6
The entrance/exit sign glowed like a beacon to a stranded wanderer. Annie hadn’t even been there for fifteen minutes, and already she wanted to run away. And there it was. Her eternal wish to run away from any personal confrontations. Her wish to be left in peace. But she wasn’t finding that here. She wasn’t finding that anywhere.
She glanced around. A human throng packed the bar. Not an empty seat in the place and everyone seemed to be enjoying the company of others. Why did she think her ex-husband was here? He wasn’t. Period.
She racked her brains about that phone call. It sounded like Duncan’s voice. But he was in New York, wasn’t he? If it weren’t him, who else could it be? Someone who knew her ex-husband was obsessed with Edgar Allan Poe? Someone who knew he called her A
