The cab dropped him off at EJ’s Bar a few hours later. His head didn’t feel much better and his stomach was a bit queasy, but he needed his car. He also needed to talk to Josh. He’d taken a chance Josh would already be here since the bar didn’t open for another couple of hours. But sure enough the beat-up old truck was parked in the lot.
He walked up to the door of the bar and banged on it, wincing as the pain in his head sharpened.
“We’re closed,” Josh’s muffled voice called.
“It’s Patrick.”
The door opened a minute or so later. Josh peered out at him, then past him at his car. “Come to get your vehicle?”
“Yeah, and we need to talk. Can I come inside?”
Josh hesitated. It nearly looked as though he would close the door in Patrick’s face. But after a moment, he stepped back and allowe
