Chapter 3
The bar emptied soon after the last set ended, a whining Earl nudged out by the barkeep. Bryn homed in on Jesse, who finished stowing their equipment and headed for the door to one side of the bar. She plucked him off course with one bat of her lashes, then let him lead her through the door marked for management. This left Jake alone with the barkeep.
Jake leaned companionably on the bar and sipped his soft drink, watching the guy clean up with quick, practiced movements. When the guy moved into range, Jake held out his hand. “The name’s Jake.”
He got a wary look with the reluctant shake. “Chet.”
“Pleased to meet you. Since I’m driving, how about a Coke for the road?”
Chet found one and shoved it toward Jake. “Two dollars.”
“Thanks.” Jake paid and popped the top, taking a d
