How To Kill Friends And Implicate People - Plot & Excerpts
That prick had looked all in control when he left, getting up and walking out all cool. Other people in the bar had seen that, and this was on Alex’s turf. Well, ‘turf’ might be pushing it. He’d been in here once since moving up. But still, it was local. It could be his turf. He could learn the bartender’s name. He could have people wave at him when he walked in, or at least a drunken nod. So he needed to save face. He shrugged after Fergus left, and made it look like he was in no hurry. He ordered another drink and leaned into the bar, like he was there for the long haul. Halfway down the pint, he started to count how much he’d already put away. A few pints in the afternoon, to build up courage to meet with Fergus first time round. Three generous whiskies when he got home, and now on to his second pint since walking in. He yawned, and it followed through with a burp. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed. He’d got away with it. Smooth. He finished the drink and got up off the stool.
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