Tony arrived before Hoyt work up, so Teague filled him in on the day and then took off. The last thing he wanted to do was go back to the motel. He knew himself well enough to know that if he did he’d spend his time going over and over why he and Hoyt, as a couple, wouldn’t work. God only knows I’ve done that already. Too much. It’s the only thing I’ve thought about for the past few days, when I wasn’t worrying about the murders.
As he drove past The Red Calf he decided stopping for supper would kill some time. Pulling into their lot, he parked and went inside. The place was busier than he expected considering it was a Sunday evening. He didn’t see any empty tables so he went to the bar, taking a seat at the end.
“You’re back again. You’re becoming a regular,” the bartender commented bef
