CHAPTER 34
The Smugglers’ was busy even on a lunchtime. I had kept it simple, in a sweat shirt and jeans rather than office smart, and I didn’t look too much out of place. I made my way to the bar.
“Diet coke, please. Slice but no ice”
“Pint? I mean, it’s not a pint, but it’s a ‘large’, and it’s close enough”
“Ye please. Is the landlord about, bar manager, whatever you have?”
“Landlord’s out the back. You got a problem, love?”
I smiled. “No, not at all. It’s a business thing”
“I’ll give him a shout. MARLENE!”
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