CHAPTER NINETY-ONE: BRADLEY ENDLESS
FIVE YEARS LATER
“You are late.”
My boss, Lewis, glared at me from behind The White Rabbit’s bar.
“Sorry,” I apologized, “the train was late again. Nothing seems to be working today.”
“Well, you’ve got a customer waiting for over in one of the booths. They said they were family. Hope everything’s okay.”
I frowned. “Lewis, you know that I don’t have family.”
He smirked. “It’s a kid. A little girl. You might not have had family, but you do now.”
I glared at him. “Lewis, you let a kid into a bar?”
“I let your kid into the bar.”
“You don’t know that it’s my kid.”
“If that girl is not your kid, I’ll eat my hat. Go take care of your business, Bradley Ender.”
Sighing, I looked around for the kid that Lewis was talking about. There was a
