Chapter 25
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The fourth place Cam visited later that week probably wouldn’t help her. It was a bright bar named Le Crash. The clientele was much too young for her to fit in. Most of the patrons were in their twenties. Few looked older. Someone forty years old probably wouldn’t be trusted. She did meet a young woman who was a bartender-waitress.
“What can I get you?” she asked.
“A beer,” Cam responded. “The darker the better.”
“Will Sam Adams Ale do?”
Cam nodded. “Perfect.” She didn’t usually drink beer but from looking behind the bar, she knew that this place didn’t serve hard liquor. When in Rome…
“Here you go,” the waitress said as she placed a bottle in front of Cam. “You want a glass?”
“No, I’m fine,” Cam responded as she laid down a ten and brought the bottle to her mouth and took a swig.