Bob? | [s1e5] What About

Bob sat at the far end of the mahogany bar, nursing a lukewarm scotch. He wasn't a tall man, but he carried a weight that made him seem to take up more space than he actually did. In this small coastal town, everyone knew Bob, but lately, everyone was asking the same question. “What about Bob?”

"What about Bob?" she repeated softly. "Not the Bob who messed up the shipment. The Bob who built this harbor from a pile of rocks. The Bob who knows where the bodies—and the ledgers—are buried." [S1E5] What About Bob?

Bob finally turned his head, his eyes bloodshot but sharp. "And what’s that?" Bob sat at the far end of the

The door creaked open, admitting a gust of salty Atlantic air and a young woman in a sharp, charcoal suit. She didn't look like she belonged in a place where the floorboards groaned under the weight of secrets. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on the slumped shoulders at the end of the bar. “What about Bob

Bob didn’t look up. "Most people stop looking after a week. You’re ten days late."