Clay’s lips quirked up. “While I have mine open for possible subjects.”
“Exactly.” Quint, looking over the other customers, leaned back when the waitress returned with their beers.
“Do you see him?” Clay asked with a worried frown.
“I don’t see anyone who’s looks familiar or who’s overly interested in us. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean he’s not here somewhere.”
Clay took a quick look around. “Me neither. Still…”
“Relax, Clay. Even if he is here and keeping a low profile, he wouldn’t try anything. That’s not his style. So let’s stop talking about this and just enjoy being out together. Okay?”
“Okay.” Clay took a long pull on his beer then said, “Do you think the ghosts hang out up there—” he pointed to the balcony at the far end of the bar, “—making snide comments about the class of
