She didn’t break promises.
She wasn’t gonna start now.
Way closer to breakdown exhausted than simply tired, McKayla opened the door to the Packard Tavern.
Somewhere she remembered Kelly, bless her heart, saying “the door is heavy.”
It was.
Kelly had oversold how charming the tavern was and undersold how scary the neighborhood was.
The corner bar had a cobbled-together array of tables and stools, more thrift shop and throwaway than decor.
Cops had a guy face down in an alley kitty-corner from the place.
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