Cliff Walk: A Liam Mulligan Novel - Plot & Excerpts
It’s a fashionable luncheon spot, but one that lacks my favorite diner’s affordable prices and greasy charms. In honor of the occasion, I’d shed my usual sweatshirt, jeans, and Reeboks in favor of Dockers, a white dress shirt, a Jerry Garcia tie, and buffed brogans. I’d topped off the ensemble with a double-breasted navy blue Sears blazer that went out of style when Roebuck was still around. It was the only suit jacket I owned since I left my new one behind on an Amtrak train last year. I hadn’t worn the blazer in a long time, but it still fit, more or less. It wasn’t loose enough to conceal a large handgun, however, so I’d reluctantly left the Colt locked in my file drawer. Yolanda Mosley-Jones had declined to see me in her office, explaining that nosy reporters were banned from the firm’s inner sanctum. After some whining on my part, she’d agreed to meet for lunch. When I slipped into the place, she was already there, sitting at the bar sipping a pale yellow something from a martini glass and fiddling with her BlackBerry.
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