Chapter 41

“So what’d they do about it?” Kord slurred his question.

“They went to talk with him after he was off the meds for a bit. But when I called to ask about it, they said the guy didn’t remember anything. That it must’ve been the drugs talking.”

“Did you ever talk to him again, the victim?” Doyle asked. He took a swallow of his bourbon and felt the pleasant sensation of the liquor winding through his system.

“Once. He came in to tell us he was moving out of town. Just wanted us to know he was all right and was grateful for all the visits he’d gotten from his bar family,” Dorner said. “Never heard from him again. Don’t even know where he moved to.” Dorner downed his third whiskey.

Kord followed suit with his scotch and placed the glass on the bar so Dorner would know he wanted a refill. The old manager was happy to oblige, his eyes glassy with booze.

“We…we can f-find this guy, ‘f we have to, right Doyle?” Kord pawed Doyle’s arm.

“I think we can manage that,” Doyle said.