Bab 162: Chapter 162: Loose Ends

It was early evening when two men walked into a bar in Austin.  The city is known for its music scene in hip clubs and bars.  This was not that kind of bar.  It was a tacky dive out by the airport.  They stood just inside the doorway waiting for their eyes to adjust to the dimly lit interior.  The place smelled like sour beer and old cigarettes.  Glancing around they saw a half-dozen patrons seated around the bar, another few seated at high top tables along the side.  Most of them seemed like they’d been there all their lives drinking cheap beer and smoking cheap cigarettes.  At the end of the room was a small stage where a lone guitarist was playing bad covers of classic rock.  They chose a space at the far end of the bar near the stage.

“Coupla Buds,” Luke told the bartender.  “Is that Daniel Santiago?” he asked, indicating the singer.

“Yeah, that’s him.  Are you from the record label?” asked the man behind the bar.  “He said someone was coming to hear him.”