McGinty nodded. This time Devlin saw the fear deep in his eyes. A small wet stain spread from the bartender's crotch. He somehow managed to stop just before he soaked himself.
Devlin stood up and pulled the sponge from the man's mouth. He turned back to the table and dropped the pipe into the case. He picked up a pad of paper and a pen and turned back. He rested against the edge of the table and paused.
"Are you ready?" Devlin asked quietly. .