Chapter 4“Hey, when did you get in?”
Theo looked up from his glass and smiled, happy to see Simon was on the schedule for the evening. He was one of the few people Theo still kept in contact with from the old days, and the best bartender in the place. “Yesterday morning. Funeral.”
“Yeah.” Simon moved around, stacking plastic crates of clean glasses on the counter behind the bar as they talked. “I heard something about that a few days ago.”
“Well, you heard sooner than I did. My mother didn’t even bother to call me. I barely had time to make it in before the funeral.” Which was so out of character for his annoyingly-efficient mother, he had to assume she was more shaken up by the situation than she was letting on.
And that was one of the reasons the lipstick smudge on the wineglass at D
