You go to the nearest bar to burry your sorrows and the nostalgia that you feel for your husband, but you dont feel like its having an effect on you. You ask the bartender what did he gave you and turns out you have been drinking apple juice all this time. Your numbnuts brain did not even notice that.

He tried to engage in a conversation with you. — Must be hard losing the love of your life, innit?— he says. —How do you... know that? I don't think I know you or even seen you before!— you tell him, puzzled.

—everyone knows about what happened to _. Personally, he was a great chum of mine,the best player of poker I ever seen in my whole life. He also used to drink a lot of the same apple juice you're chugging.—

—Poker?!? no... he didnt play poker, he was a good man who loved playing chess and monopoly, not a game for criminals and filthy bandits.

—oh tootsie, i think that maybe you didn't know your man that well— he laughs while preparing a cocktail.

What a load of baloney! how does he dare to talk in such a disrespectufl way about your deceased lover. Your husband never hid anything from you. He was the most sincere and honest and good man who could have ever existed. He did not play poker nor drink any beverages in places like... this.

—Aren't you curious about what kind of stuff did your husband do? you can go to the back of the bar, there youll find some of his old friends. Youll learn more about him that you ever did ehen he was alive. But be careful, you might not like what you'll learn!!—

You doubt the words of this man, but perhaps there is a chance to find clues about your husband's death. It could have been one of those guys, or even the bartender! whoever the culprit is, they may or not be past that door.

You decide to go anyway.