Chapter 8

He pushed off against the sink hard, breaking Reggie’s hold on him and shoving the man backward. Then, with unsteady steps, he tottered out of the bathroom, through the crowded bar, and onto the street.

Outside the air was cool, and the noise was less. People still crowded the sidewalk—couples on dates and friends celebrating the court ruling. A police car cruised slowly down the street, the cop eyeing the revelers.

Adam squinted, trying to focus. He looked around, hoping for a cab. No such luck. Fumbling to get his phone out of his pocket, he was buffeted and carried up the street by a group of happy drunks passing on either side of him. The phone flew out of his hand. By the time he got free and searched, his bleary eyes couldn’t spot it. He’d heard it hit the pavement, but after that, it could have been kicked anywhere. He’d have to go back in the bar and beg Rhonda to let him use the bar phone to call a cab. He reached for his wallet to get out money to pay for the call.