After dropping Martier off at the cottage, Tim couldn't stand the idea of spending a beautiful Friday cooped up inside his house. He changed into jeans and a polo shirt and headed for Kentucky. The Madd Crab was a local redneck bar where cheap beer was plentiful and the karaoke on Friday was entertaining. Best of all, no one there knew about Corrine and offered him condolences or sympathetic looks—and he'd only gotten drunk there once.
He sat at the bar and listened to music. When the beer was going down good, he began to chat with the bartender, a mullet-wearing ex-biker. They traded stories about their bikes. Tim was a Harley guy but admitted that he had thought about getting a Ducati and doing some racing. Well, that was long ago, another lifetime, it seemed.
Someone asked him to danc
