“They left here about two hours ago,” Jake says, pouring old Jim at the end of the bar another glass of cheap whiskey.

“All right, I was just checking in before I head home for the night.”

Joey snorts at his words like she doesn’t believe him. She mumbles something I don’t catch, but before I can ask, Law is speaking to her.

“Josephine, can I have a word with you outside?” He shifts back and forth on his feet, looking nervous. Hell, ...