Chapter 23: The Charleston

The Charleston Bar and Grill was the first place in New Haven that I was allowed to visit on my own. I discovered it after I had turned twenty-three and was lonely. It was the one place I had where no one knew me. Here I wasn't Emily the half-breed. I was simply Emily who liked to order wine and french fries and listen to whatever band they had that night.

Before too long, I was dragging Duncan and Andrew in with me. Partially so guys would stop hitting on me, but also so we could see each other outside of the job. Not just as teammates, but potentially something more. Not quite friends, but people that could connect outside of the cases we worked on. Soon, the bar became our hangout after a particularly awful day. Today was no different.