"Right," I mutter, leveling him with a skeptical look, 'cause the fact that there's something he's not tellin' me might as well be flashin' over his fucking head in neon lights.

But someone new saddles up to the bar and I have to pour their drink, and there's a whole bar full of customers that have to be looked after.

"I get off in an hour," I tell him, grabbing up a couple empty glasses to dump into the bus tub.