He nudged my knee with his. “I like the sound of that. How lucky do you think I’m going to get today?”
“You might get pretty darn lucky.” Not.
I swiveled on my bar stool and watched the fire truck pull out. The ambulance had already departed. The only emergency vehicle left was a lone police car. Most of the crowd had dispersed, and crew members moved around on the first deck. “It looks like everyone’s back on the boat,” I said. “Hopefully there wasn’t too much damage.”
A third Jack magically appeared on the bar.
“Wouldn’t bother me if the whole friggin’ boat went down,” Simon said. “This operation is turning into a lost cause. If it was me, I’d write it off and go home.”
“Your employer doesn’t feel that way?”
“My employer’s on a mission.”
“I bet Ray Huevo isn’t happy about this fire. I’m surprised he didn’t get off the boat with everyone else.”
“Ray isn’t here. Ray’s out of town. Him and his two clowns.”
The bartender was standing in front of us, polishing glasses. “If you’re talking about Rodriguez and Lucca, I just saw them in the parking lot. I took a bag of garbage to the Dumpster and walked past them.”
Simon turned his attention to the bartender. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, they were sitting in their car. Black BMW.”
Yes! Excellent. Hooker and I could sneak up on them and rescue Gobbles.
“I need to talk to them,” Simon said.
No! Not good. Talk could mean make them mysteriously disappear if they don’t come up with the right answers. That would hinder my ability to rescue Gobbles. And I needed the police to find Rodriguez and Lucca with the murder weapon.
“Probably just a look-alike,” I said.
“I saw the tattoo on his neck,” the bartender said.
“Lots of thugs have tattoos,” I told him. “Look at this guy next to me. I bet he’s got a tattoo.”
“Not on my neck,” Simon said. He stood and dropped a couple twenties onto the bar. “Sweetheart, I’m going to have to cut out on you.”
“Boy, that’s too bad,” I told him. “I had plans. I was going to make you real happy. I was going to do things to you that don’t even have names.”
He slid a bar napkin my way. “Give me your number, and I’ll call you when I get off work.”
“Yeah, but the moment will be gone then. I’ll be all cooled off. I don’t stay hot forever, you know.”
“This won’t take long.”
“Okay, I don’t do this for everyone, but I’ll let you look down my shirt if you forget about the guys in the lot. Take it or leave it.”
“That’s it? Look down your shirt?”
“Hey, I’ve got good stuff hidden away under this shirt.”
“I’ll look down your shirt,” the bartender said. “I’ll even throw in a beer.”
“Why are you so interested in those guys in the lot, anyway?” I asked Simon.
“I want to talk to them.”
“That’s it?”