Chapter 7
Annie stepped through the double doors and onto a vast porch that went from one end of the building to the other. She skirted around a group of men in business suits crowding through the doorway then walked down two steps onto the wet pavement.
Friday night in downtown Lake Nager. The Hole was a local sports bar where locals and tourists mingled. Here, unless you knew better, you couldn’t tell the rich from poor, or who came from the upper echelon of Lake Nager and who came from the ram shackled section of Brighton.
A group of boys dressed in jeans with holes in the knees, their bodies hovering over teeny bopper girls wearing cut offs and midriff tanks, grouped around a GT3 Porsche. They were shuffling through ID cards. Annie chuckled. Probably trying to find the ones that wer
