said Rogers. “Last night it was a little awkward, but it turned out okay. Won’t

happen again, of course.” “I’m sure it won’t.” Rogers said, “Well, I better get

out there.” “Good luck tonight.” “It’s never really about luck, though, is it?”

said Rogers.

 

Chapter 31

 

THE LINES WERE long again, but this time there were no disruptions.

 

What had happened the night before seemed to have reverberated among those who

frequented the Grunt.

 

Rogers saw Karl leave at around one-thirty, followed by Helen Myers at two.

 

Karl had waved to him. Myers had not.

 

At three the bar was empty and clean enough for the staff to head home. Rogers

offered to lock up and set the alarm.

 

Finally, he was the last person in the place.

 

He had earlier noted the CCTV cameras. They were all around the bar area, and

also posted outside.

 

But they were not, he had also noted, stationed at the stairs leading up to the