Dark Memories and A Drifter

*California*

*Maverick*

He sat at a scarred wooden table in the center of Whispers Retreat, shuffling through a stack of manila folders. The afternoon sun filtered through the tinted front windows, casting long shadows across the empty bar. He needed a replacement for his ex-bartender, a guy who decided dealing drugs on the side was a smart career move. Maverick flipped open the top file again.