Brandy had approached the bartender about Sgt. Ognen’s presences last Monday night but the bartender didn’t know anything. It turns out she hadn’t worked that night and the man who had wasn’t due to clock in for another hour. Brandy sighed. “He won’t be here for another hour. I suppose we could come back.”
“Why bother? Two beers.” Justin ordered with a wink at the bartender. “We can just wait.” He said accepting the beers the woman poured them. He held one out for Brandy.
“I’m on duty.” She reminded him.
“Where are we going after this?”
“Nowhere.”
“Then you’re off duty drink with me. We’ll hang out and question the bartender when he clocks in.” He said heading for a pool table in the back of the pub. “Do you play?”
“A little.” She said placing her beer on the closest table.
“How ab
