“Yeah, it’s damned busy for a Tuesday,” Carl agreed. “Garry must love it.” He flagged Len down to order a beer.
“The whole town’s buzzing about you guys finding Emma,” Dave replied.
“It was luck, nothing more,” Wylie said.
“I don’t care what you call it; at least she’s alive which is what counts.”
“True,” Carl agreed, taking a swig of his beer as soon as Len set it down in front of him
“Are you eating dinner here?” Wylie asked Dave.
“Yep. Not in the mood to cook tonight. You?”
“Nope. I already ate and was too antsy to stick around the house, so here I am.”
Carl smirked. “Too antsy or wanted to see Garry?”
“I heard you and him have a thing going,” Dave said.
Wylie shrugged, taking another drink. “Not sure it’s a thing. We like each other and are seeing where it’ll go.”
“I owe you a vote of gratitude,” Roger said, taking the just vacated stool next to them. “If you hadn’t found Emma…” He shook his head in apparent dismay.