When the guy turned away to pull a bottle from the fridge under the bar, Stan looked a little too hard at his backside. “Um….” Stan looked over the specials, which were written in chalk on a blackboard behind the bar. He wore eyeliner and a smirk that made Stan’s insides feel like jelly. He was tall and lanky, his hair a thick mop that fell across his forehead, the sides shaved close. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked after Stan nimbly slid onto one of the barstools. There wasn’t a sign over the door like most bars. Over the bar, a hammered, blackened copper sign proclaimed the place to be ‘Buck Shot’.
The statue was adorned with multi-coloured Christmas lights, even though it was April. Dim lighting, with a huge statue of the Virgin Mary behind the bar, but someone had painted an inverted pentagram on her cheek and created a tiny, perfectly fitting Mötley Crüe T-shirt for her to wear. This was his kind of pub-dark, low tables and a parquet floor that must have cost a fortune. It had just started to spit with rain, so he ducked inside. Then he’d gotten lost, taken a wrong turn, and ended up in a little pub tucked away out of sight of the main road. He’d eaten in a vegan café that tempted him in with the most delicious smells. He’d taken the Northern line to Camden Town on the recommendation of a friend and spent hours wandering around the hundreds of stalls at the market there, buying a new leather jacket and a tartan scarf from a real Scottish person and some chunky silver rings. He’d travelled a lot in his twenty-two years, and yet this little corner of north London seemed to be the spot for him. There were few places in the world where Stan could blend in. Any person depicted on the cover of this book is a model and is not affiliated with, nor do they endorse, this story.
Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
copyright law.įirst edition January 2017 (Dreamspinner Press)Ĭover art by Garrett Leigh Characters and events in this book are fictitious. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S.
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