Chapter 3

“What do you think?” she said in a quiet but excited voice.

“Of what?”

“My—” she jerked her head toward her table, “friends.”

“Oh.” Garner looked at them, and shrugged. To him they now had a slightly ratty quality, but he said nothing.

Vera looked disappointed. “They’re a coven—”

“Sorry,” Garner said, interrupting her. “The manager. He doesn’t like me talking to customers like this.”

“Oh. Okay. I’m just on my way to the little girl’s room.”

She left, and Garner went resolutely to table twelve. The man looked up at him, raising his dark eyebrows.

“Good evening, sir!” Garner said. “It’s pleasant to see you back again. May I get you something to start? A drink, perhaps?” It was pretty much rote, which was good, because even as he spoke, Garner felt confusion begin to clog his brain—due to his close proximity to the man.

The man gave him a brief smile. “Yes, your house red, please, a glass.”

“Very good, sir.”