Chapter 30

J.T. was a quiet kid on the way back home. I gave him a couple of ibuprofen and the bag of frozen peas and left him sacked out on the sofa, claiming I was going to replenish the groceries. I did need to fulfill that chore, but I had an ulterior motive for heading out.

I found what I was looking for at the fifth bar I stopped in. 12: The Street Where You Live

Trick was just the sort of bar I should have started with: full of trendy young things eager to hook up. I attracted not a few offers on my way to the bar. They must not get many bears. Of course, a few of them may have recognized me from the photos on the back of the DVD boxes. I’d prefer to think I was still handsome enough to attract attention on my own.