Chapter 16Warner must have thought Sean was some kind of freak, asking to be dropped off at a shady strip club south of Murrell’s Inlet in the wake of a young woman’s death. Sean could see it in the coroner’s eyes once the reversed image of the club’s neon-pink letters reading “Southern Hospitality” slid from his glasses.
Sitting behind the wheel of the idling Jeep in the parking lot, the coroner shook his head. “You just want me to drop you off here for the night? At a . . . at a titty bar?” The question came out of his mouth like it was the first time Warner had ever uttered the word “titty.”
“Yeah,” replied Sean. “I’m going to drown my sorrows in bare breasts and thongs. Want to join me?” The words were intended to scare off Warner.
It had become clear on the ride over that the coron
