It was crowded for a Thursday evening, and noisy, so it was unlikely anyone would notice him. He bought himself a drink and sat on a stool at the end of the bar. There were two women at a table in the corner. At least, Jimmy believed they were women. Their hands were small and there was no sign of an Adam’s apple on either of them, so he assumed they must be as they appeared. Other than that, the bar was packed with men aged anywhere between twenty and sixty. Lowell was at the bar laughing with two men who were ten years younger than him. His companions were dressed casually, but Lowell didn’t look out of place in his business suit. Minutes passed and then Jimmy noticed that Lowell was no longer laughing. His two friends wore expressions that were a little menacing. The taller one was leaning in to Lowell’s face as he spoke. Lowell was leaning back, trying to placate them. Freddie Mercury’s voice was belting out of the speakers so Jimmy had no idea what was being said.
