Baton Rouge_(0)
“So ,she is dead?” The voice startled Jack. He had been sitting at the small table in the corner. Lost in thought he had not noticed the other man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a moment to realise who this bloke was. “Staff Sergeant Matthews, sorry, I was miles away.” Ryan Matthews laughed, took a big draught from his pint. “I bet.” Jack took to his pint as well, did not respond. “Will you report her missing?” “What the fuck are you talking about?” Jack’s voice had gone icy and his American accent was more audible by now. “Your wife. Or rather David’s wife. That’s what she was, always will be.” The big man got up and to the bar, placed an order. Confused Jack watched him. What was going …