Chapter 31: Closing
Six days of summer had passed and there were no threatening sightings of Christopher, or misadventures. Things were quiet and calm at Barefoot Beach, which startled me. Sometimes too much quiet and calm caused one to mentally freak out a bit, which I guess happened to me, putting me on edge.
Over blue martinis at Rhett Rounder’s, a local queer bar where the partially naked boys and wait staff didn’t mind being touched, fondled, or licked for heavy tips, Brayden said, “Christopher was a complete gentleman at the closing today. He brought his lawyer, papers were signed, he was given a check to the property, and the keys were turned over to me.”
“And now he leaves town, just as he had planned, right?” I looked around the bar at its modern motif of silver steel, brushed
