Billy Sees Red by H. D. Loughrey

UNTIDY ripples of movement across the pub signalled Nate’s arrival. Heads began to swivel and bob back and forth; whispers ebbed and flowed from the sofas to the bar. Billy lifted his chin from the damp, sticky table and followed the flickering of girls tossing back their hair and men turning out their pockets. “There he is.” Billy nodded in Nate’s direction.
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