“How can you tell?”
“I’ve got a sixth sense for that kind of thing. Lucky for you, being on the good side of a cop is good for business.”
“I’m not a cop anymore.”
“Even better, having someone who can catch a bartender skimming and break his arm if need be owing me a favor is good for business too. Spit it out, I can only say no.”
“There was a tall brunette, built like a stereotypical male fantasy, having drinks at my favorite table last night.”
“Katrina Stone.”
“Yeah.”
“What about her? You’re working for her husband, aren’t you?”
Margot didn’t answer the second part since he was still the client and asked, “I’m curious about the guy with her. He didn’t happen to pay with a credit card, did he?”
“No, cash only. Smart if you’re hanging out with the trophy wife of a guy like Dean.”
“First name basis?”
“We’ve both been hanging around this town for a while. I ain’t proud of it, but there was a time when we ran in the same circles. I decided I wanted to be legit and he decided he wanted to be rich.”
“Looks like you both got what you wanted.”
Lefty shrugged, “Or we both wish we were the other guy.”
“What can you tell about the guy she was with?”
“Not much. Unlike Dean, this guy wasn’t from around here.”
“How did they seem together?”
“You mean, did they look like they were fucking?”
“We can start there.”
“I’d say no.”
“Friends?”
“Harder to tell on that one, but I’d say no.”
“Does she come here often? With other guys?”
“No, never. Too many people around here who know her husband. It seems to me this is among the last places she’d want to show up with a side piece.”
“Is she trying to tell her husband something?”
“I don’t know, maybe. I’m not sure what. Like I said, they weren’t acting like lovers. You and Dean looked friendlier yesterday afternoon.”
One of the day drinkers motioned for Lefty.
“I’ve got some work to do. I don’t know what else I could really tell you.”
“No problem, I think I’ve got all I need.”
“What’s this about? If you don’t mind me asking. I’ll understand if you can’t answer.”