As they drove down the road Mitch’s unease diminished. Maybe it was because he was doing something to find John.
“John drives a Saab doesn’t he?” Morwenna asked a few minutes into their journey.
“Uh, yeah. A silver one.” It had felt comfortable, and the air conditioning most welcome in the heat. Morwenna’s car was uncomfortable and lacked any form of cooling.
“He’s here,” she said, making an abrupt left turn without signalling, braking, or even slowing down.
Mitch grasped for the door handle to stop himself from being flung into Morwenna’s lap. Her car also lacked seatbelts.
Trying to steady his racing heart, Mitch asked, “What’s he doing at a bar?”
“Seeking Dutch courage?”
Mitch gave her a withering look. John had been drunk when the bear had first seen him, so maybe the guy had a
