I stormed past my car and down the street, positive I could walk off whatever this was easily on the few blocks to thebar.
I met up with Sergeant Kannon a few minutes later. He sat at the back of the bar alone, facing a small crowd of people. On the table in front of him was a tall, frothy glass of beer. One of those huge ones that probably held twocans.
“What’s your poison?” he asked, motioning for a waitress to come over to the table. I didn’t have a poison really. There wasn’t much time in my life for social gatherings and indulgences. “Holy shit,” I said, barking out a bitter laugh. “I haven’t been to a bar for a drink since before Addison wasborn.”
“Well, sit down and catch up,” he said, bringing his beer to his lips and taking an enormous sip fromit.
“I would love a Jack and Coke,” I said to the waitress. “Just hold theCoke.”
“Thatta boy!” Sergeant Kannonyelled.
“Sergeant Ka—” Ibegan.
“Call me Max,please.”
“Max, thank you. For invitingme.”
Another realization dawned on me. I had no one. I had not one friend left to call for a night out. I had no family. I had nothing but two little kids and one hell of a sweetneighbor.
Whoops, almost forgot the junkie for a wifepart.
He smiled and placed his beer quietly down onto the tabletop. “So start talking, Dylan. What’s on yourmind?”
