Later that evening
Burke hunted Ad down, finding him at Tab’s Pooling. The pool hall sat on the corners of Bescher and Timothy in downtown Channing. Eight pool tables occupied a dimly lit room as Luke Bryan and other country singers performed on the jukebox. An L-shaped bar sat to the left of the tables, and a beautiful brunette bartender, with piercing brown-gold eyes and a too-tight T-shirt collapsed over a buxom chest, waited on patrons.
Burke knew the place as a straight bar/pool hall, not that he minded. A younger group of mostly men in their twenties and early thirties hung out at the business, enjoying their country music, the bar’s attractive female wait staff, pool tables, and the jumbo flat-screens where they could watch their sports or hide from their girlfriends or wives.
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