Hey buddy, you want something, or did you just call me down here to piss me off?
Through the haze which was all that was left of his consciousness, Thorn could see the bartender standing in front of him. Thorn had been lost in a dream about the time he was almost murdered with a claw hammer. His unfaithful wife had a new boyfriend. The guy was a member of a biker drug bunch. His wife Betty Sue had been gone for some days leaving Thorn to care for the kids and go to work at the local Chevy agency. Doing after hour detective work he had gotten a line where Betty Sue was staying. After getting a neighbor woman to watch the kids, he had a couple of shots, jumped in the Oldsmobile and driven over to the house to which he’d been directed the night before. Standing at the door he taunted the man at the door, knowing he was on even ground outside. Not getting anywhere with that he went home put the kids to bed and sat up and watched Jack Parr. The next morning Betty Sue returned home. She said what had transpired the night before had scared her. Inside the door on each side were two men with claw hammers waiting for Thorn to pass through the doorway.
Looking up through the haze , Thorn ordered another Glenlivett “Neet”
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