surprised that I have briefly left the scene.
I step outside and take a deep breath. The scents of asphalt, diesel fuel, and back-alley trash clog the air, but I still perk up a little just at the contrast. Why did I let Celeste talk me into this? If we had brought
my
car to the Square, I could just drive home now. Surely Ryan or Rain or perhaps the handsome stranger would take Celeste home. Surely there is no reason for me to spend another minute in this place, in this town. In fact, at the moment I canât think of a reason Iâd ever need to come into the city of Quinville again.
âHey,â says a manâs voice behind me, and I spin around, electrified with a moment of terror. The bulky shadow moves into the light and I recognize Joe the bouncer.
âSorry, didnât mean to scare you,â he says.
I give a shaky laugh and pat my throat. âI didnât mean to overreact. I just didnât realize you were here.â
âTill the place closes,â he says. âTwo A.M. â
âGod, I hope Iâm gone long before that.â My voice is glum. I wouldnât be surprised if Celeste plans to stay till every light in the Square goes out.
âYouâre not having a good time?â he asks.
âIâm not much of a party girl,â I confess. âI donât really like bars. I only came here tonight becauseâwellâI mean, you have to get out of the house
sometime
.â
He nods, like thatâs a reasonable statement. âI like bars, but the dark, smoky, quiet kinds. You know, where you sit and have a beer and talk to someone. Maybe play darts or watch the ball game.â
âSo if you donât like places like Arabesque, why are you working here?â
He shrugs and perches on the edge of his high stool. I have the distinct feeling he sits so he doesnât seem like such a large and menacing presence, which makes me warm to him even more. Although, of course, he might just be tired.
âNeeded a job and this was a job I could do,â he says.
I lean against the brick wall of the building, which still holds heat from the dayâs unexpectedly high temperatures. Now Joe and I are face-to-face and both of us are in enough light that we can see each otherâs expressions. âI wouldnât think being a bouncer at a dance club would pay enough to cover the rent,â I say.
âNo,â he acknowledges. âI do some other part-time stuff. A buddy of mine runs a trucking company, so I drive some routes when he needs help. Over the summer I worked a few hours on the night shift at Home Depot.â
It all sounds kind of aimless, not to say shiftless, but he strikes me as a generally more solid type. âYou ever give any thought to a more permanent kind of job?â I ask.
He grins. âWell, yeah. All the time. I just havenât figured it out yet.â
I laugh. âWhat did you do before you moved to Quinville?â
âI was a cop up in Joliet.â
That widens my eyes because that certainly seems like a nice, upstanding sort of career. âWhyâd you quit?â I have a terrible thought. âOrââ
Get fired.
âNever mind.â
âThey didnât kick me out, if thatâs what youâre thinking.â
âSorry.â
âI liked being a cop. Maybe I was a little too idealistic at the beginning, but I thought we were doing some good. I liked going to the high schools, talking to the kids. I didnât like being the first one on the scene at car accidents and murder scenes, but I figured that was part of the job.â
Clearly thereâs a major âbutâ coming. I wait.
He shrugs again. âMy partner shot and killed a guy. He was shooting at us, it was self-defense, my partner was cleared of wrongdoing and back on the job right away. But Iââ Joe shakes his head. âI realized I couldnât do it. I couldnât take aim with my gun and
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