Quick Silver was not the sort of establishment Andrea was used to hanging out in, but once she stepped through the door, Case’s hand in hers, she understood why he liked it.
The bar was on the outskirts of town, not even in a suburb, it was so remote. It looked like a rundown place for ne’er-do-wells to hang out in, but on the inside, it could’ve been any ol’ country western bar. There were pool tables toward the back along one side, several tables in the front and on the other side of the pool tables, and the bar was long enough to seat at least a dozen guests.
It wasn’t that full, though. Case waved at Charlie when he walked in. He was sitting with a few other drivers and crew members Andrea recognized, all but one, anyway, and they had a full round of Buds, as well as a pitcher, sitti
