The Girl in the Wych Elm (XV)
XV. A Knight of Swords The NightCap was the partners’ refuge after every shift. The dinner became Nicolai’s and Hollis’ second home over the years. A haven where they could unwind and forget about the dark horrors of their jobs over a meal and drinks. Hollis’ patronage ended after Nicolai’s death. The NightCap had lost its appeal to Hollis without his partner across from him with that goofy, optimistic smile plastered on his face. The food lost its flavor without someone dear to share stories and laughter with. The light of the NightCap disappeared as the light inside Hollis did. Fidgeting with the salt and pepper shakers, Hollis slumped lower in the booth as he reminisced about the good times he had with Nicolai. “You were always a little peculiar when it came to your food palette, Nicolai.” He chuckled low, addressing the vacant space across from him. Fifteen years after Nicolai’s passing, Hollis still had the man’s signature order memorized like the number to his old lan...