Chapter 1 Joel sat two seats from the end of the bar, nursing a whiskey he didn't even like. Third time here in as many weeks. Same stool, same drink. Same quiet hope something might feel different tonight. The first two nights, he'd said nothing to anyone but the bartender, paid in cash, and walked home to an apartment that didn't echo unless he wanted it to. Three months divorced. Not that anyone was counting. He hadn't...