He told it to shut the f**k up.
Brock turned off the engine, sighed and stepped down onto the asphalt. He hoped Hal wouldn’t be too sore with him for leaving the previous night without paying his tab.
“Hey, Hal,” Brock greeted him on entering the dimly lit bar.
The place was filling up with folks coming in for a drink after work. Brock had hoped to pull Hal aside to ask about his tab; he didn’t want the whole town hearing he owed money.
Hal actually smiled at him. “What’ll it be?”
That all depended on how much money he’d have left after paying his debts. “Uh, I.” Brock lowered his voice, forcing Hal to bend forward. “I kinda left last night without paying.”
Hal shook his head. “It’s already been paid.”
“What?” Brock said louder than he’d intended.
Beckoning Brock to lean further fo
