Let the Dead Sleep by Graham Heather

Author:Graham, Heather [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Published: 2013-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

THE BAR ON Decatur was old. The building had housed apartments since the mid-1800s and still did.

The bar was next to a souvenir shop. Just as it had housed apartments from the time it was built, it had housed shops—and restaurants and bars.

Danni had always liked the bar. It combined the best of the old with the new in a way that created living history and a comfortable environment. The bar itself had been there since the establishment was opened as a tavern. Booths were old, but covered with new upholstery. The stage was about a foot and half off the ground and, when they arrived, Jenny and Brad were just finishing the setup, along with their drummer and bassist. The group stopped their sound check long enough to say hello. Of course, Jenny had shouted her name with a whoop from the stage as soon as she’d seen her enter.

Danni swung around in Jenny’s exuberant hug and then she did the same with Brad, and—what the heck—she knew Steve, the drummer, and Luis, the bassist, so she greeted them with warm hugs, too. When she was back on the ground, she turned to introduce Quinn, except that Jenny was already talking to him. “I know you—I mean, I know about you. Wow, that’s not coming out right. You’re Michael Quinn, one of the most brilliant quarterbacks to go through our high school and then you were a college darling and then—” She broke off, blinking.

“Hey, man,” Brad said, stepping in and shaking Quinn’s hand. “I heard you died on the table, but they said you made a miraculous comeback and would make a full recovery. But you never went back to the game.”

Quinn was pleasant to Brad and Jenny, giving Jenny that smile that had surely collected hearts all his life and grimacing as he replied to Brad. “No more football. I went into the military, got out, joined the P.D. and finished up my degree.”

“So you’re a cop now?” Jenny asked.

“Worse,” Quinn said solemnly. “A private investigator.”

They laughed at that. “We’ve got to open at nine on the dot,” Brad said.

“Go, go, finish your setup,” Jenny told him. She stood back, looking at Danni with happiness. “I was so afraid you were going to ditch me!”

“We can’t stay long, but...”

“Long enough to give us an audience until the drunks and tourists come in!” Jenny said. “Thank you, thank you.”

“It’s just that if we disappear in the middle of one of your sets, please don’t be upset.”

“Grab a table. Looks like we’re actually getting people,” Brad said.

“It’s a bar. Of course, we’re going to get people!” Jenny scoffed as they returned to the stage.

Quinn pointed out a table where they’d have a good view and not be directly under the speakers. He asked Danni what she’d like to drink and she asked for a zinfandel. She slid into the booth they’d chosen, then casually turned to watch the door. There were obviously tourists walking in, but she noted that a few of her other friends from days gone by were arriving, as well.

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