Stephen-McManus

1 The Tavern Ah, the tavern. A veritable paradise for weary travellers and exasperated husbands. Andy stepped inside, his muddy brown hair hanging loosely around his shoulders. You could only call it shaggy on a good day. He took off his thick-rimmed glasses and gave them a quick wipe. He put them back on and had a look around the bar. He was trying to find the person who had brought him here. In fairness the rumours hadn’t given him much to go on. He had simply been told that he would recognise her when he heard her. He had the same difficulty at times, as he possessed a rather generic face. As it was work-related he had donned a fi