Chapter SixEmmett
I click my phone off, smiling triumphantly at how I coaxed Jenna into dinner, and finish wrapping up the day’s work. My good mood is even better because my best friend and I finally settled on plans to grab a drink tonight. Between my insane hours and Jesse trying to juggle work with family, we haven’t met up in a couple of weeks, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be late.
I drive to Nealy’s Bar, park at the curb, and stroll into the underlit den of neon with its peeling varnish and lingering scent of tobacco. This place is a first-degree shithole, but it’s also one of our old college hangouts, so even though we both can afford much better now, we still visit from time to time for sentimental reasons.
I walk over to where Jesse is already sitting at the sticky bar and
