Chapter Nine
“Celebrating something?”
The bartender at the Olde Salt—a lithe woman in a tight ribbed top with a graphic design of a raised middle finger on it—poured him another cherry soda.
“Yup. The end of my first day in Lost Harbor. Wasn’t sure I’d make it, but here we are.”
To tell the truth, it was hard to believe he’d only been here about twenty-four hours. A lot had happened in that time. Most of it, he’d rather forget.
“Uh…congratulations?” She lifted an eyebrow as she slid him a plastic dish of peanuts. “We don’t usually off our visitors on the first day. We like to wait until a bear comes along, or an orca. Mosquitoes, black flies, that sort of thing.”
“Great.” He lifted his glass in a toast. “Something to look forward to.” He downed it with a jaunty smile.
“You here on b
