Chapter 23Nick and Anne stared at each other across the scarred wooden table. The Fine Young Cannibals were blaring out of a jukebox in the corner of the room, singing “She Drives Me Crazy.” The sound of a sizzling grill competed with the voices, and the smell of smoke and hamburgers filled the little bar.
Nick had insisted on bringing Anne here: a little Bridgeport neighborhood bar called Pilsen’s. Since her last modeling assignment she had not left her apartment. Dark circles ringed her eyes, and there was something vague and tired about her features that aged her. Nick hated seeing her this way. He wanted to bring her someplace where the noise and bustle would cheer her, make her forget about the mess in her life.
He hadn’t wanted to talk about Joe, and neither had she. But there was
