The trouble being for the middle of a work week, the bar stayed awfully crowded. Hardy Courville nursed a bourbon, and Evan Adams sipped a good merlot right beside him. At the far end of the counter, a trucker drank coffee. Bodey wondered if he waited for Eve, too, since everyone else surely was. The men acknowledged each other, but didn’t talk. “Last call, gentlemen. We be closing in fifteen minutes,” the black, tattooed bartender informed them. The trucker slapped down two dollars, got up and left. Hardy threw back the remains of his drink and stood up. Evan, unrushed, continued to enjoy his wine. Bodey left his last glass of beer half full. After five minutes, he beckoned to the bartender. “When do you figure Eve will be done for the night?” He tipped the man with a five. “Let me jus’ check on that for you, sir.” The young man inquired in the kitchen. “Miss Eve went out the back do’ five minutes ago. She be home by now.” The three men walked out on to the porch together.
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