Albert found himself stuck in one of the shittiest bars in town with Matthew, a dewy long-neck bottle cooled against his warm palm. It was one of the places his partner loved to fish for his women but today, he'd chosen the place because it was just suitable for what they had to discuss.
Aside from the expensive beer and the rude bikers smoking their joints in the back-corner booths, everyone minded their business. There was a silence of some sort. It was an odd place to go in search of silence, but that's exactly what Matthew found here every single time. It was far from a busy place, which meant that he could come here to think without the pressure of the town's losses breathing down his neck. He could think without town folks prying for updates on the case, not bothering to know If he was allowed to share the information or not.
