CHAPTER TWELVE
After that, Red Tide and his crew went back into the Dead Man’s Inn to party. They all tried to buy me drinks, but I had to keep refusing because I wasn’t twenty-one yet. I was worried that that might make them suspicious, but they were apparently all too drunk to notice that I wasn’t drinking myself. The only one who seemed to notice was the Japanese guy, whose name I still didn’t know, who also didn’t drink. He seemed to glance at me every now and then from his seat near the end of the table, but he didn’t say anything about it, either, although I got the feeling that he didn’t trust me very much.
Fingerprints, on the other hand, did drink, but not as much as Red Tide and the others, of course. The two of us didn’t get to talk much due to sitting on opposite ends of the
