“Feel like stopping for a beer?” John asked.
After a moment’s consideration, Kip said, “Why not. Do you have someplace in mind?”
“Ever been to the Compound?” John tried not to laugh at Kip’s shocked expression, although he wondered if he’d suggested a place Kip wouldn’t go to in a million years.
“I went there a few times when I lived in Baker. It’s a fun bar. I’m surprised you know about it.”
John grinned. “I used to be a regular, during my bar-hopping days.”
“Really?” Kip eyed him speculatively. “I don’t remember seeing you there.”
“Guess you zigged when I zagged,” John replied. “You up for it?”
“Sure.”
Because it was a Friday night, even though relatively early, the place was already getting crowded. They quickly snagged a table then John went to the bar to get them beers. On the
