gently nudged the eight ball into the far corner pocket, I threw my arms straight up in the air and laughed. A biker-type dude came up to me and asked me if Iâd play him. He was a little drunk, and he got too close to me. I saw Mickey start toward me as I graciously declined. âNo. Back off, now, or your nuts will find their way to your Adamâs apple.â Biker dude sneered at me and turned away, just as Mickey got to me.
I put my hands on my hips and smiled. âComing to my rescue?â
âYes, and not ashamed to say it. What did you say to him?â
âNot important. Want to play another game?â I put my arm around his waist and grinned.
âSeveral more games, all kinds of games, all the time. But letâs have a drink now, see what we can learn, Minnesota Fats.â
âCall me Ripley.â
We made our way to the bar and ordered three beers. The bartender plopped the bottles down in front of us. âNice shooting, sister,â she said. She was smallâpetite, evenâbut wiry-strong and multi-tattooed with rose branches snaking up and down her arms.
âThanks.â I tipped my bottle toward her and took a swig. âNice place here. Weâre from New York and Las Vegas.â
âCome back anytime. Itâs fun to have good women players in here.â
âWhatâs your name?â asked Mickey.
âGreta.â
We introduced ourselves, and then clinked glasses while Greta left to wait on other customers.
âAnnabelle, you have many hidden talents, is what I think,â said Luis.
âWell, I just exposed the best one.â
âIâm not so sure about that.â Mickey whispered in my ear, then kissed it with just a touch of tongue. I shivered down to my toes.
âGet a room,â said a deep voice behind us.
We turned around to see Biker Dude, too close, again. Before either of us could respond, he grabbed the top of each of our shoulders and pushed us down on the bar. Greta got to us quickly, but Luis was even faster. In a second he was off his bar stool and on the gorillaâs back, pulling him off of us. Like he was a bouncer for the place, Luis shoved Biker Dudeâs right arm in a hammerlock and ushered him toward the door. People made a path for him, and I could hear him say, âDo you understand what I am saying to you? You should not come back tonight, because if you do, you will have many damaging things done to you, things I do not even want to talk about, they scare me too much.â Someone opened the door, and Luis shoved the guy outside.
Luis sat back down after shaking a few hands, and swallowed some beer while Mickey and I smiled broadly.
Greta brought us all another round. âI owe you, mister. Julius there, heâs a little, uhâ¦overwrought. Thanks.â
After a while the bar thinned out and Greta came to our end to chat a bit. This was the opportunity to find out what we had come there for in the first place. I pulled out the picture of Claudia. âGreta, do you know this girl? Sheâs mixed up in something, and weâre trying to help her.â
âCops? Really?â
Mickey shrugged. âYes and no. Used to be cops. Now weâre PIs.â
She raised her eyebrows in a way that showed she was impressed. âNo kidding? Never met a PI before.â She studied the picture, then flicked her finger against it. âNope, sorry. I donât recognize her.â
âWhat about Howard Hanks?â I asked.
âYou mean Hank Howard,â Mickey corrected me.
Greta froze. âYou know about Hank?â
âIt looks like you do, too,â said Mickey.
âHe was murdered.â
âYes.â
âDo you know who did it?â Gretaâs voice wavered.
âNo.â
âWere you friends?â I asked.
Greta smoothed her short blond hair and grabbed a rag to start wiping the bar. âHe was my ex-boyfriend. I told the police all about
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