26Goodbye GirlThe scene in the Irish club was subdued. When Conn and Soren walked through the door, Soren still covered head to toe in blood, there was a distinct shuffling of feet, and no one would catch his eye. All but Kevin.
Conn’s second-in-command, who’d given the Swede such a hard time since he’d arrived, poured him a large whiskey, and put it straight into his hand. “Drink it all down, man.” He served him even before he poured a glass for Conn.
Under Conn’s instruction, something by Mary Black played softly in the background. Her voice scratched under Soren’s skin, bugging him almost as much as the rousing drumbeats of earlier.
He took the tumbler of whiskey to the same chair by the fire he’d slept in awkwardly last night. For some reason, he just couldn’t settle in the guest qu
