A small sliver of ice slid down Chandeau’s frosted mug.
For a dump near the bridge, The Barge sure did take their frosted mug game seriously.
Mike Donnelly cut fruit, looked at Chandeau, who looked like his eyeballs were sweating.
Light swept into the little Fort St. tavern. Mike grabbed a napkin.
It was Walsh, Chandeau’s brother-in-law, in his referee’s u…
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