Chapter 15
The street is crowded with shoppers scurrying for last-minute Christmas gifts. My mood is rotten. I haven’t slept all night again. All I can think of since last night is Alistair or getting drunk.
I might go to an AA meeting tonight. Maybe I need a little help with staying the course. With all the tension I’ve been dealing with, I feel the need to drink more and more.
Pushing through the crowd on the sidewalk, I search for the bright-red neon sign of Marlowe’s Tavern.
And here I am, about to walk into a bar of all places.
I peer into the dark, wet window. Through the glass, I spot Masson right away. He’s sitting at the bar, looking into a pint. Have to remember to be strong. To stand my ground.
Inside the dingy bar, I quickly pick up the scent of old beer and humidity. A f
