Inside the hotel, the brothers had rented most of the first floor, including the bar area and all of the meeting spaces. Near the bar is where I spot Angela, so I head over to greet her.
There are two empty martini glasses on the bar top behind her. A third is in her hand.
“One more,” she says, waving the fresh empty to the bartender as he walks past. When she glances back, she spots me. “Oh, Chloe! Do you want one?”
I shake my head. “I’m on duty tonight.” I lift Mia a little.
Angela brightens a moment. She coos at Mia until Mia laughs. Then Angela leans back on her bar stool.
Behind her, the bartender places the new drink. Angela hasn’t noticed yet. She’s lost staring into the bottom of the empty one in her hand.
“I have the worst feeling about tonight,” she says.
“It won’t be all
