Abbott carefully dried each wineglass and replaced them in the rack above his head. It was still early, only nine o’clock, and Bennie’s hadn’t started filling in yet. There was only one guy in a rumpled suit at one end of the bar, his tie twisted loosely and crookedly around his neck, a beer and an empty shot glass in front of him. Midway up the bar also sat a middle-aged woman, although trying pathetically to look younger. Her hair was red (dyed? Most likely!) and she wore too much make-up. Abbott thought she was trying to look like that actress. What was her name? Didn’t matter. The one who replaced Jodie Foster in that Silence of the Lambs sequel. Good luck, sweetheart. You’ve got on a long road ahead of you. Perhaps the woman would look younger if not for the pack of Marlboro Lights on
