Chapter 7

By the time evening rolled around, Dirk was ready to relax over a decent meal and a couple of beers. He’d spotted a place during his walk the night before and decided to give it a shot. As he pushed open the door he was bombarded by a cacophony of music, voices and the sound of a ballgame on the TVs behind the long bar. When a hostess greeted him, he told her he was alone and asked, “Is there anywhere in here even vaguely quiet?”

Laughing, she led him to a booth in a smaller area off the main room, and well away from the pool tables at the far end of the place. It was quieter, but only marginally so. After perusing the menu, he settled on a Rodeo burger, ordering that and a beer when his waitress appeared. Then he settled back to watch the hordes of young people intermingled with a few older couples. It soon became apparent most of the customers were locals and regulars. And the majority of the younger ones were trying to hook up with each other, if he didn’t miss his guess.