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Pulling out of the lot, I drove aimlessly Philly here I’d wanted to be, closer to s, too

After parking in the garage under ed across the street to h the doors, and Jack, the bartender, looked up, nodding his head I took off toward my stool at the far end of the bar Fish’s was a place where, even if they knew your name, they sure as hell didn’t shout it out loud

“Ford” Jack slung a towel over his shoulder and leaned on the bar

“Jack” I nodded at him “I’ll h

ave the Forester 1920 and the usual” I drued wood

He nodded The old-school bar wasn’t flashy and it sure as hell didn’t serve any artisanal waters or tapas, but it kept h Jack had taken the place over from his dad, he seemed content to leave it just as it hich was fine by me

My Netflix queue called to me from my apartment I’d have to people for a solid few hours the next day, so I needed to saveh tomorroith Liv?

The throwback decor of green glass la, and worn leather booths and stools kept the trendier crowds at bay It also ht have been a shut-in, but I wasn’t going to turn into an alcoholic I’d seen soo down that path before Practices were only a couple of hours a day eren’t traveling for games, and that left a hell of a lot of time to mess yourself up

My phone rang on the bar Colm

“Way to not respond to my text”

“Didn’t think it needed a response Aren’t you getting on a plane soon?”

“I am, but we need to talk”

Like when a woman said those words to me, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up

“What?”

“Olive”