Larry ambled over.
"See wha' my frien' here iss drinkin'," Arturo said.
She couldn't make a fuss about the ladies' room now, not with Larry standing right here and already believing she was turning down tricks left and right. Spot Annie trailing her in there, they'dboth be out of business.
"Larry knows what I'm drinking," she said.
"Rum-Coke for the lady," Larry said, "it's still prom night. How about you, amigo?"
"Scotch on dee rahss," Arturo said. "Twiss."
Larry started pouring.
"So how much you get, Mama?" Arturo asked.
"What are you looking for?"
"This swee' li'l ting here," he said, and put his forefinger on her lips.
"That'll cost you twenty," she said.
Going price, in case Larry was listening. Which of course he was.
"You got someplace we can go, Mama?"
"Plenty of rooms for rent around here." Everything kosher so far. But Larry was still here.
"How much do I pay for dee room?" Arturo asked.
"Five."
Larry raised his eyebrows. He knew the girls usually paid for the room themselves but he figured Linda here was hustling the little spic. Maybe shewould go home with six bills tonight, who the hell knew?
"Muy bien, muchacha," Arturo said.
"Rum-Coke, scotch-rocks with a twist," Larry said, sliding the drinks closer to them. "Six bucks, a bargain."
Arturo put a ten-dollar bill on the counter. Larry started for the cash register at the far end. As soon as he was out of earshot, Arturo whispered, in perfect English, "I'm on the job, play along."
Eileen's eyes opened wide.
At the far end of the bar, Annie gave another brief nod. Larry rang open the register, put the ten in the drawer, took four bills out of it, slammed the drawer shut again, and then started back toward where they were sitting, sipping at their drinks now. Arturo had his hand on Eileen's knee, and he was peering down the front of her blouse. She was saying, " 'Cause like, you know, I'm a working girl, Artie, so I'd like to get started, if that's okay with you."
"Hey, no sweat, Mama," he said. "We can tay dee booze wid us."
"Not inmy good glasses," Larry said, and immediately began transferring the drinks to plastic cups.
Eileen was already off the stool. She turned to Larry and said, "Glad you didn't take that bet?"
Larry shrugged.
He watched them as they picked up the cups and walked away from the bar. He was thinking he wouldn't mind a piece of that himself. As they started out the door, they almost collided with a man coming in at the same time.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," he said, and stepped aside to let them through.
Larry was sure he'd seen the guy before. He was at least six-feet two-inches tall, with wide shoulders and a broad chest, thick wrists, big hands. He was wearing jeans, sneakers, a little tan cap, and a yellow turtleneck sweater that matched the color of his hair. He looked like a heavyweight fighter in training.
"You're notleaving , are you?" he asked Eileen.
She breezed right past him, ignoring him.
But her heart was suddenly pounding.
Annie sat at the bar wearing a short tight black skirt, purple tube top cradling her cupcake breasts, high-heeled black patent leather shoes, face heavily pancaked, blood-red lipstick on her mouth, eyes lined in black, lids tinted to match the blouse, looking more like a hooker than any of the real ones in the place.
She thought Terrific. Here he is.
All we need is this little trick of fate.
Eileen walking out while he walks in.
Eileen loaded to the gunnels, me wearing only a .38 in my handbag, terrific.
Eileen the decoy, me the backup, and in he walks.
Terrific.
Ifit's him.>
He sure as hell looked like the blond guy Alvarez and Shanahan had described. No eyeglasses, but the same height and weight, the same bulk.
Standing just inside the doorway now, looking over the place, cool, confident in his size, ready to take on any guy in the place, mop up the floor with him, this cat had nothing to worry about, oh no, handsome as the devil, oh so cool, scanning the room, checking out the girls, then walking up toward the bar, passing the cash register where she sat hellip;
"Hi," she said. "Wanna join me?"
"Danny Ortiz," Arturo said on the street outside. "Detective/Second, Undercover Narcotics. I got a call from Lou hellip;"
Lou, Eileen thought. Not Lou the friendly white man who'd turned out Sheryl, if that was her real name. In novels, everybody had different names so you could tell them apart. In real life, Lou could be a pimp and a detective at the same time. Lou Alvarez of the Seven-Two.
" hellip; said I ought to check out Larry's Bar, see his decoy needed some help. Described you and Rawles, sat with her, talked her up, she told me the Johns were hitting on you like locusts. Am I screwing anything up?"