Chapter 15

Because it was Saturday, there were already a lot of customers. Mick hesitated, getting his bearings, before walking to the bar. One of the bartenders glanced his way, and then hurried over, saying, “We were beginning to wonder if you fell off the face of the earth, Mick.”

“Felt like it,” Mick replied. “I got hit by a bad case of the flu.” He glanced at Richard. “You were supposed to let everyone know.” It was the story they’d come up with to explain his absence.

“I left a couple of messages,” Richard protested with feigned guilt. “I meant to come in to tell Ed in person, but…” He shrugged.

“That’s okay,” someone said from behind them. “I managed to manage without Mick’s input.” There was laughter in the tone of the man’s voice, and Mick saw that he was smiling when he turned to see Ed Nichols standing there.

“Maybe I should disappear more often,” Mick teased, hoping that’s how he would have responded under normal circumstances.