Chapter One
"And I'll play the wild rover, no never no more"
The strains of drunken Irish laughter reached Paige's ears as she stood on the sidewalk in the steady drizzle outside O'Keefe's Bar and Grill and looked above the flickering green neon sign to the attic room that sat silent and dark. She looked down at the address on the torn piece of paper she had been given by one of her C.It's and with a shrug paid off the taxi driver.
"Saint Patrick's Day, and everyone's Irish," she smiled to herself as she opened the double door's to be momentarily blinded by the light from the interior of the bar compared to the darkness of the night.