He motioned to the woman behind the bar, at the moment serving drinks to several men in medical scrubs. "My daughter, Andrea. Her real job is in the psychiatric department, but she helps out on occasion here, too-says the tips are better."

Sonya looked at Andrea with a pained expression. both she and Charlie were uncertain of her time in captivity, and even the mention of therapy gave her a knee-jerk reaction.

"I'm just hear for a burger, not a diagnosis."
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