Barstools and Secrets
Wilmington, Delaware
I thought about Bugs and the burden he put on me. More than once it pissed me off, him leaving town and expecting me to pick up the pieces and put them back together. It wasn’t my brother-in-law that got killed, and it wasn’t my ass on the hook for it.
I measured the last wall for the new condos, checked it against the blueprint, then confirmed the height of the building for a final estimate. As much as I cursed what Bugs asked me to do, I had to admit that somewhere inside me, maybe deep inside, some primal emotion wanted to do it. I’d always been a puzzle solver as a kid, and I loved figuring things out. What was murder but a big puzzle, the most challenging one of all. After checking the job one last time, I headed back to the office to work
