Adam smiled. "Oh, the curse again? Nothing but bad luck I'm affraid, if there is such a thing as bad luck. Mind you, Alana claims that her bar is haunted. Some cops have sworn they've seen their dead partners in the corner of their eyes, having a drink. If you ask me, Alana have found away to make money on superstitious cops. She says there will always be a place for them in Bailey's, even after they're dead. Some of the old timers seems to find it oddly comforting." Adam drank the last of his Guiness and stood up. "It looks to be that time again."