Chapter 8
Duncan Byrne sat near the end of the bar hidden from the rest of the room behind an unfinished pine post with genuine knotholes. He could pretty much observe everything when he moved his head a certain way around a group of waiters singing “Happy Birthday to you” clap-clap, as a birthday boy was handed a gratis drink.
Outside of that, he kept his eyes on his whiskey glass or the female bartender dressed in a short black skirt and a tight white T-shirt with ‘The Watering Hole’ embossed on the front, showing her boobs off to their best advantage. His type of place. He’d occasionally talk to girls on either side, but his concentration lay across the room and the drama that was playing out.
She was walking out the door, but she’d be back. Of that he was absolutely certain.
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