“Even though happy hour had officially ended more than two hours before, there was still plenty of food available. The Traven didn’t exactly pack ’em in, and now Evan, who’d changed out of his uniform at the station, and his bowling partner Stan Paganini, also in street clothes, held down one end of the bar all by themselves.Between his low-watt nervousness over the envelope he’d mailed to the FBI and his need to keep himself occupied so that he wouldn’t do something stupid and try to get in tou...ch with Tara until she’d dumped Nolan, if she actually was going to dump him after all, Evan felt that a drink or ten wouldn’t be amiss. Pass the difficult night in a haze and see what tomorrow brings.Now it was half past nine and he and Paganini were on to the name of the place. Due either to the marginal intelligence of its owners, a drunken mistake, a simple typo, or all of the above, the neon sign above the door read “Old Town Traven.” The place’s business cards also had tavern spelled incorrectly, so Evan decided it was probably that the proprietors just weren’t too bright and certainly had not been the San Mateo County Spelling Bee champions, as he had been when he’d been in eighth grade.“No, you weren’t.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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