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said.
"You
can call me John."
"Thank
you for your time." Mrs. Patrick said, and they all stood from the table.
"We'll
be in touch." Jones said, shaking hands before they left.
When
they got into the car, Jones sat still, looking straight ahead.
"I'm
sorry if I crossed a line in there." Burrows looked to Jones.
"No
need to be sorry. You gained their trust."
"Then why the silence?"
"Now
we know where Ryanne gets it from."
"What?"
Burrows laughed, "Don't take it personally, they're just upset."
Jones
snapped on his seat belt, and started the car.
"Oh,
I don't take it personally, I've dealt with worse. It's just..."
"What?"
"Mr.
Patrick, or John as you might call him, is right about one thing."
"Ha,
what's that?"
"We'll
be lucky to get a confession from David."
"So
what's the plan if we don't?"
Jones
slipped his sunglasses on. "Then there's only one option left."
Chapter 13
When
they pulled into the parking lot at the end of Main Street, Ryanne saw some of
the shops closing up for the day, and a few people with umbrellas out walking.
The weather had forced most people inside, and the town was not as busy as when
they had arrived. She followed Max up the street quickly through the rain, and
he turned into a door way on the left. She looked up and saw the sign
"O'Leary's", and followed him in.
It
was a pub, and a large one at that. The bottom level had a long bar immediately
to the right, seating and booths to the left, and in the middle-- a short set
of stairs to the next level that had pool tables, dart boards, and what might
be a small dance floor. She twisted her damp hair to one side, and looked down
to see her t-shirt riddled with dark spots from the rain.
Ryanne
followed Max to the bar, and she noticed other than two men sitting at the far
end, there were only a few families eating an early dinner in the booths. The
rest of the place was empty. When they approached the middle of the bar, Ryanne
took a seat, and the bartender, a young guy with short dark hair and a bit of
scruff came to take their order.
"Officer
Max," the bartender nodded to him, "who've you brought in with you?
Is this your date?" Ryanne looked at Max to catch his reaction, but gave
none. The bartender continued to smile at her.
"This
is Ryanne, Ryanne this is Jake O'Leary. His dad, Bill, owns this place.” Max
sat down beside her, and got comfortable in his seat. "And no, she is not
my date." Max laughed when he realized they were both still staring at
him.
“Ryanne,”
Jake repeated, “never heard that name before, very pretty. What can I get for
you two?"
"Just tonic water for me." Max told him.
"Ah
on duty are you? You don't want the usual Max?" Ryanne noticed Max's lips
tighten.
"I'll
take a spiced rum and coke please." Ryanne told him. The last time she had
been to a bar was at the end of her first university school year in April. She
had gone with some of her friends to a local club called Benny Bananas, and had
a great time, although it was bitter sweet because they would all be returning
back home for the summer. Benny’s was her group’s favourite place to party.
Ryanne would usually tag along, but her personal favourite place was a bar
called The Golden Fir, closer to the edge of Toronto where her family lived.
She could rarely convince her friends to travel so far for drinks though.
O’Leary’s
reminded Ryanne of The Golden Fir. It was a smaller place, with lots of charm,
and a relaxed vibe she felt when she came in. Clubs were fun once in a while,
but this was the kind of atmosphere she felt comfortable in. Complete with
small red glowing candles and a jukebox.
A
couple entered the bar waving to Jake before taking their seats in the
mezzanine.
"Be
right up." Jake went to the back of the bar and started mixing their
drinks. A familiar song played in the background. It was becoming more of a
nostalgic visit than she would have liked, but at least she didn’t miss home in
this place that seemed so
"You
can call me John."
"Thank
you for your time." Mrs. Patrick said, and they all stood from the table.
"We'll
be in touch." Jones said, shaking hands before they left.
When
they got into the car, Jones sat still, looking straight ahead.
"I'm
sorry if I crossed a line in there." Burrows looked to Jones.
"No
need to be sorry. You gained their trust."
"Then why the silence?"
"Now
we know where Ryanne gets it from."
"What?"
Burrows laughed, "Don't take it personally, they're just upset."
Jones
snapped on his seat belt, and started the car.
"Oh,
I don't take it personally, I've dealt with worse. It's just..."
"What?"
"Mr.
Patrick, or John as you might call him, is right about one thing."
"Ha,
what's that?"
"We'll
be lucky to get a confession from David."
"So
what's the plan if we don't?"
Jones
slipped his sunglasses on. "Then there's only one option left."
Chapter 13
When
they pulled into the parking lot at the end of Main Street, Ryanne saw some of
the shops closing up for the day, and a few people with umbrellas out walking.
The weather had forced most people inside, and the town was not as busy as when
they had arrived. She followed Max up the street quickly through the rain, and
he turned into a door way on the left. She looked up and saw the sign
"O'Leary's", and followed him in.
It
was a pub, and a large one at that. The bottom level had a long bar immediately
to the right, seating and booths to the left, and in the middle-- a short set
of stairs to the next level that had pool tables, dart boards, and what might
be a small dance floor. She twisted her damp hair to one side, and looked down
to see her t-shirt riddled with dark spots from the rain.
Ryanne
followed Max to the bar, and she noticed other than two men sitting at the far
end, there were only a few families eating an early dinner in the booths. The
rest of the place was empty. When they approached the middle of the bar, Ryanne
took a seat, and the bartender, a young guy with short dark hair and a bit of
scruff came to take their order.
"Officer
Max," the bartender nodded to him, "who've you brought in with you?
Is this your date?" Ryanne looked at Max to catch his reaction, but gave
none. The bartender continued to smile at her.
"This
is Ryanne, Ryanne this is Jake O'Leary. His dad, Bill, owns this place.” Max
sat down beside her, and got comfortable in his seat. "And no, she is not
my date." Max laughed when he realized they were both still staring at
him.
“Ryanne,”
Jake repeated, “never heard that name before, very pretty. What can I get for
you two?"
"Just tonic water for me." Max told him.
"Ah
on duty are you? You don't want the usual Max?" Ryanne noticed Max's lips
tighten.
"I'll
take a spiced rum and coke please." Ryanne told him. The last time she had
been to a bar was at the end of her first university school year in April. She
had gone with some of her friends to a local club called Benny Bananas, and had
a great time, although it was bitter sweet because they would all be returning
back home for the summer. Benny’s was her group’s favourite place to party.
Ryanne would usually tag along, but her personal favourite place was a bar
called The Golden Fir, closer to the edge of Toronto where her family lived.
She could rarely convince her friends to travel so far for drinks though.
O’Leary’s
reminded Ryanne of The Golden Fir. It was a smaller place, with lots of charm,
and a relaxed vibe she felt when she came in. Clubs were fun once in a while,
but this was the kind of atmosphere she felt comfortable in. Complete with
small red glowing candles and a jukebox.
A
couple entered the bar waving to Jake before taking their seats in the
mezzanine.
"Be
right up." Jake went to the back of the bar and started mixing their
drinks. A familiar song played in the background. It was becoming more of a
nostalgic visit than she would have liked, but at least she didn’t miss home in
this place that seemed so
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