Deep Six - Chapter 22

Sam McRae Mystery #4

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

At around 5:30, I left the office and walked to Mitchie’s. Instead of taking a table, I grabbed a seat at the bar—the best place to sit following an afternoon of talking to creditors. It all seemed quite fitting. The Nats were on, playing Atlanta, so I could watch the game while I ate. No one was paying much attention to me anyhow.

“What’s the strongest drink you make?” I asked the bartender, a man with licorice-black skin, corn rows, and an easy smile.