Chapter 5
No note. Even though, at this point, Jim hadn’t expected one, he was relieved that there was no envelope with his name on it tacked to the bulletin board. He was too tired to have dealt with it, if there had been—given how little sleep he’d had. Gathering his wits, he suppressed a yawn and got to work.
A few of his regular customers had seen the article in the newspaper and asked him about it. He’d answered their questions, as briefly as possible, telling them he was certain Vic had been killed by a mugger and nothing more. “After all,” as he’d said to one very persistent customer, “everyone who knew him thought he was a great guy.” Of course a couple of the people he’d waited on had questions about why he’d been at that club, as they put it. He’d just smiled, replying, “Becaus
