the bartender shouted above the music. “He called and asked me to cover for him. Something about helping that mentally ill guy he’s always with.” Matthew was tempted to leave the envelope with the substitute bartender but thought better of it. It should be delivered directly to Shawn. Besides, this would give them another reason to connect with Shawn tomorrow, and he might be more inclined to agree to an interview if they had just done him and Arthur Tomkins a favor. Listening to the band, Matthew wished he could stay awhile and have a beer. But with Anthony waiting outside, that was out of the question. He walked out of the club and went directly to the car. Anthony, true to his word, was inside with the doors locked. The car pulled to the curb in front of the Dancing Dunes Inn. With a partially eaten butter pecan ice cream cone in one hand, Anthony opened the passenger door with the other. “Thanks, Matthew. That was better than hanging out with my mother and my sister and aunt.”
