17 Chapter 17

“What are you looking for?” John asked when they were halfway to the bar.

“Nothing. Why?”

John shrugged. “You keep checking the buildings as we go by them. You always do.”

“My detective gene kicking in,” Kip joked. He hadn’t realized he was being so obvious. Or at least obvious to someone who was a trained observer.

“I’ll buy that, for now.”

For a Friday night, they got lucky. Someone vacated a booth just as they walked into the bar, so Kip hurried over, beating out a foursome with the same idea. He sat while John went to get their beers. Kip liked the place with its retro ambiance and brass chandeliers. It could be noisy, after all it was a dive bar, but he was okay with that. It meant they could talk with less chance of anyone overhearing them.

“I survived the crush,” John said with a laugh, sliding in opposite Kip before handing him his drink.