Bab 13: Chapter 13

“Come on, let’s get a cab. I know somewhere you’ll like.”

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The place was called Le Réservoir, and I knew it quite well. I’d been here many times. They brewed their own black beer and the ambiance was casual. Its usual clientele was trendy and hip—typical of the Plateau Mont-Royal neighborhood. Davinder and his family lived just three streets away. Their sons went to FACE, a very coveted art school downtown. That’s all I knew so far. They seemed like the ideal liberal family, but then I remembered how miserable his wife Eileen had seemed that night we’d met. Something was definitely not quite right with the family picture.

We’d had two pints of beer and a few shots of Davinder’s favorite shooter, a thing called liquid cocaine that tasted like mouthwash and candy canes. I was pleasantly relaxed, but if I wasn’t careful,I’d get drunk.

So when he suggested stepping out for some air, I was glad for it.