Sundown On Top Of The World: A Hunter Rayne Highway Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
He parked his Harley outside the lounge, grabbed a beat-up leather pouch from his saddle bag and headed inside. He paused a moment at the door, letting his eyes adjust to the low light. The bartender was a guy he knew, and a few bikers he used to drink with were bellied up to the bar. He had planned to just hit the men’s can and leave, but Twitcher had turned around and seen him. “Hey, man,” the guy said, and more heads turned toward him. “Long time, no see. How you doin’?” Sorry nodded. “Good, Twitch. How ‘bout you?” Doughboy invited him to come sit down. “I’ll buy you a beer.” He gestured to the bartender. “Pour him a beer, man.” Sorry felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. Now that he’d been seen, he couldn’t very well just use the john and walk out, but if he arrived back home with beer on his breath, he’d be up shit creek with Mo.
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