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His mother had screamed and cried for two hours and had tried to
tackle the Greek as he was led down the stairs in handcuffs. She
ended up tumbling down to the landing and they’d had to call an
ambulance.
Kevin and Todd went to a bar after their shift ended and Todd
tried to pretend he could forget what he’d seen, but he drank three
beers in less than fifteen minutes. He told Kevin that he’d failed
his detective exam once, before finally passing it. Kevin drank
vodka, though because Todd was with him, he told the bartender
to add a splash of cranberry juice.
It was a cop bar. Lots of cops, low prices, dim lights, and women
who liked to hook up with cops. The bartender let people smoke,
even though it was against the law, since most of the smokers
were cops. Todd wasn’t married and had been there often. Kevin
had never been there before and wasn’t sure he liked it, but he
didn’t want to go home, either.
Todd went to the bathroom and when he came back, he leaned
closer to Kevin.
“I think those two at the end of the bar are checking us out.”
Kevin turned. Like him, the women appeared to be around thirty.
The brunette noticed him staring before she turned back to her
redheaded friend.
“Too bad you’re married, huh? They look pretty good.”
They looked worn, Kevin thought. Not like Erin, who had clear
skin and smelled of lemon and mint and the perfume he’d bought
her for Christmas.
“Go ahead and talk to them if you want,” Kevin said.
“I think I will,” Todd said. Todd ordered another beer and walked
to the end of the bar and smiled. He probably said something
stupid, but it was enough to make the women laugh. Kevin