Minute for What (continued)

The boy asked where the gun was.

"In my pocket."

"With the hole in it?"

"The other pocket."

"Okay," the boy said. "You're having a bad night."

Rob took a sip of Lagavulin. "It's great," he said. The pint of Deuchars was sweet and light and he had to stop himself from draining it.

"Where you coming from?"

Another drink and this time he finished the pint. The server brought another with speed that belied her height. He watched her go back and talk easily with the men at the counter. They all had to crane their necks.

"You look," he heard the boy say, "like you came back from somewhere."

"I don't remember yesterday," Rob said. "Today it rained."

TO BE CONTINUED