“On what?” asked Lassiter.
Decker didn’t answer.
“Do you know?” asked Kemper.
Decker had finished his meal while they had been talking. He was looking over Kemper’s shoulder at the bar. It had emptied and Cindi was serving only two customers.
Decker dropped a twenty on the table and rose. “I gotta go.” He walked toward the bar, leaving Lassiter and Kemper to stare openmouthed at eachother.
Lassiter said, “He’s a piece of work.”
Kemper stared after him. “Yeah, but I get the feeling we should never, ever underestimate the guy.”