CHAPTER 8 | Finn
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Turns out, finding a place to meet Libby was a good deal harder than I expected. Merrick usually takes potential clients to the St. Regis for drinks before contract review, but Libby isn’t a client and I’m pretty sure taking her to one of Atlanta’s nicest hotels implies I expect to sleep with her.
After way more obsessing than I would ever admit, I ended up sending her the address to The Hole In The Wall, a locals’ bar close to her family’s place. I’m not sure taking her to a bar is any better than taking her to a hotel, but I know she’ll be familiar with it and there’s less than a zero chance of us being spotted together.
Which is apparently more of a concern now than it was even twelve hours ago. I glance in my rear-view mirror again. No white van in sight.
