"Whiskey. Straight," he said.
I poured it. Set it in front of him.
He took a drink. Looked around. "Where's Hank?"
Ridge walked over. "Hank's gone."
"Gone where?"
"Dead. Someone killed him last week."
The man stopped. Set down his glass. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Who did it?"
"Don't know yet. But we're working on it."
The man was quiet for a second. Then he said, "Hank was a good guy. Didn't deserve that."
"No. He didn't."
"You gonna find who did it?"
"Yeah. We are."
The man nodded. Finished his drink. Left money on the bar. Walked out.
Ridge stood there. Staring at the door.
I walked over. "You okay?"
"Yeah."
"You don't look okay."
"I'm fine, Mira."
"Ridge."
"I said I'm fine."
He walked away. Went to the back office. Closed the door.
I looked at Dane. He shook his he
