wanted to know what that meant. In the early morning hours before dawn, when I lay in bed thinking about everything, my thoughts turned back to him.
And what kind of help did he need?
When I got up in the morning, I decided to take one last shot at finding out more about Spenser. And I had a good idea who might be able to help.
***
“So, how about grabbing a drink after work later?” I asked David as I stacked white mugs in a neat row under the counter.
The timing was perfect. We were both off in the afternoon.
“Abby Craig! You surprise me every day,” he said. “I would love to. What time were you thinking?”
“Well, how about we meet up at three,” I said.
I helped the woman who walked up carrying a small dog. We didn’t allow dogs inside, but I rang up her order and waited before pointing it out, just to see if she was staying. She took her latte and went outside.
“Yeah. Sounds fun,” he said. “Where do you want to go?”
“Wherever you want.Deschutes. 10 Barrel. McMenamins.”
“Let’s go to 10 Barrel,” he said. “We’ll say hello to BB.”
I smiled.
“He’s not on until later.”
“Let’s go anyway. They have great brews on tap and you can sneak some sips from my glass when nobody’s looking.”
I was glad that Ty wouldn’t be working then. I didn’t want David to talk about my beautiful boyfriend all afternoon. I wanted to have a serious conversation.
I wanted him to tell me everything he knew about Mo.
CHAPTER 22
I was all ready to sit outside, but David refused, saying it was way too cold still.
“You’re kidding! Right?”
It had been a beautiful day, with temperatures in the high 60s and only a few clouds.
“Sorry. That little wind in the afternoon is a real killer.”
“All right. All right, you baby.”
We walked inside, taking a seat at a table next to the window.
I stopped by 10 Barrel once in a while when Ty was working. They had good food and I liked the atmosphere. But I wasn’t so hungry now so I just ordered a Coke.
David clasped his hands together on the table and leaned forward.
“So, Abby Craig, tell me what you want to talk about.”
I smiled. David was a smart guy. He reminded me of Kate sometimes, being able to read people’s emotions and always knowing when a customer was anxious or mad. I didn’t bother with insisting that I had invited him out just for fun and small talk.
“Mo,” I said.
“Yeah, no kidding.What’s with you two? Feels like the North Pole when I’m around you guys. What happened?”
I didn’t want to tell David everything, just enough to get him to help me.
“I asked about one of her tattoos and she freaked out.”
He nodded.
“You asked about Spenser, right?” he said.
“Yeah,” I said, playing it up a little. “Big mistake.”
“No, Abby Craig. You were just being inquisitive. Don’t beat yourself up that way. I did the same thing when I started working there and the next minute I thought I was a gazelle at a Serengeti watering hole, taking my last sip of water before a lion had me for breakfast. Watch out says that bird , if you know what I mean.”
The waiter brought out our drinks and David took a sip of his beer.
“She’s just a very sensitive girl. And most people don’t realize that. It’s hard to tell, but she’s hiding a lot of pain behind all that makeup and fuchsia hair.”
I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he said.
“I didn’t know she had fuchsia hair. I thought it was brown or something.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I am always forgetting about your color blindness thing. She changes her hair color like every other week. But just up front here.”
He moved his hands around his head.
“Sometimes it’s pink, sometimes green. I’m a natural dirty blonde, in case you were wondering.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, showing me.
“So what? Does it look like I have white hair to you?”
“Kind of a salt and pepper look.”
“Eeww,”
And what kind of help did he need?
When I got up in the morning, I decided to take one last shot at finding out more about Spenser. And I had a good idea who might be able to help.
***
“So, how about grabbing a drink after work later?” I asked David as I stacked white mugs in a neat row under the counter.
The timing was perfect. We were both off in the afternoon.
“Abby Craig! You surprise me every day,” he said. “I would love to. What time were you thinking?”
“Well, how about we meet up at three,” I said.
I helped the woman who walked up carrying a small dog. We didn’t allow dogs inside, but I rang up her order and waited before pointing it out, just to see if she was staying. She took her latte and went outside.
“Yeah. Sounds fun,” he said. “Where do you want to go?”
“Wherever you want.Deschutes. 10 Barrel. McMenamins.”
“Let’s go to 10 Barrel,” he said. “We’ll say hello to BB.”
I smiled.
“He’s not on until later.”
“Let’s go anyway. They have great brews on tap and you can sneak some sips from my glass when nobody’s looking.”
I was glad that Ty wouldn’t be working then. I didn’t want David to talk about my beautiful boyfriend all afternoon. I wanted to have a serious conversation.
I wanted him to tell me everything he knew about Mo.
CHAPTER 22
I was all ready to sit outside, but David refused, saying it was way too cold still.
“You’re kidding! Right?”
It had been a beautiful day, with temperatures in the high 60s and only a few clouds.
“Sorry. That little wind in the afternoon is a real killer.”
“All right. All right, you baby.”
We walked inside, taking a seat at a table next to the window.
I stopped by 10 Barrel once in a while when Ty was working. They had good food and I liked the atmosphere. But I wasn’t so hungry now so I just ordered a Coke.
David clasped his hands together on the table and leaned forward.
“So, Abby Craig, tell me what you want to talk about.”
I smiled. David was a smart guy. He reminded me of Kate sometimes, being able to read people’s emotions and always knowing when a customer was anxious or mad. I didn’t bother with insisting that I had invited him out just for fun and small talk.
“Mo,” I said.
“Yeah, no kidding.What’s with you two? Feels like the North Pole when I’m around you guys. What happened?”
I didn’t want to tell David everything, just enough to get him to help me.
“I asked about one of her tattoos and she freaked out.”
He nodded.
“You asked about Spenser, right?” he said.
“Yeah,” I said, playing it up a little. “Big mistake.”
“No, Abby Craig. You were just being inquisitive. Don’t beat yourself up that way. I did the same thing when I started working there and the next minute I thought I was a gazelle at a Serengeti watering hole, taking my last sip of water before a lion had me for breakfast. Watch out says that bird , if you know what I mean.”
The waiter brought out our drinks and David took a sip of his beer.
“She’s just a very sensitive girl. And most people don’t realize that. It’s hard to tell, but she’s hiding a lot of pain behind all that makeup and fuchsia hair.”
I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he said.
“I didn’t know she had fuchsia hair. I thought it was brown or something.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I am always forgetting about your color blindness thing. She changes her hair color like every other week. But just up front here.”
He moved his hands around his head.
“Sometimes it’s pink, sometimes green. I’m a natural dirty blonde, in case you were wondering.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, showing me.
“So what? Does it look like I have white hair to you?”
“Kind of a salt and pepper look.”
“Eeww,”
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