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good word for you,” I offered.
    “They already turned me down.”
    “Who, Lou?”
    “I don’t know – it was some bald guy.”
    “Peanut? Fuck that loser. Excuse my French.”
    “No worries. I speak French.”
    I liked this chick.
    “You want to talk to Lou Shaw,” I said, and went over to my desk to retrieve a business card. “Go over there about seven tonight. I’ll let him know you’re coming. He’ll hire you on the spot.” I handed her the card. “Call me if there’s any problems.”
    “Thank you. That’s very generous of you.”
    “Yes it is – but I’ll require something in return.”
    Her face got as remote and inscrutable as the Sphinx’s. “What would that be, exactly?”
    “You having a drink with me after your shift.”
    “At the strip club?”
    “No, I think we’ll go someplace marginally more classy.”
    She smiled. “You didn’t need to help me get a job just for that.”
    “I know,” I grinned.
    “You’re very confident, Mr. Pollari.”
    “Jack, Fiona. My name is Jack.”
    “Jack,” she purred.
    “Seven o’clock, go see Lou. I’ll drop by later for that drink.”
    “I look forward to it.”
    “That makes two of us.”
    “See you soon… Jack,” she said, and gave me a smile before she walked out.
    I watched her perfect ass sashay out in those jeans.
    Damn.
    I didn’t get any more work done on taxes for the rest of the day.
    But I did have a phone call to make.

9
    I had to decide my play before I called. Had to figure out how to put it exactly right.
    That took a minute, and then I dialed him up.
    Lou answered on the first ring. He didn’t sound ‘friendly’ so much as ‘agreeable.’
     “Jack.”
    “Lou. How’s it hangin’?”
    “Down around my knees. What’s up?”
    “I’m sending somebody over your way around seven tonight. Name’s Fiona Christenson. I’d appreciate you setting her up with a waitressing gig.”
    “Your wish is my command,” Lou said, though I could tell he wasn’t altogether happy about it. “Any special reason she’s getting the top-shelf treatment?”
    “I’d hardly call a waitressing job ‘top-shelf treatment.’”
    “It is in my joint, if she doesn’t blow me first. Which I’m assuming you prefer not to be part of the job interview.”
    “Yeah, hold off on that one,” I said, my teeth on edge from the thought of Lou even touching her.
    “Again: any special reason she’s getting the top-shelf treatment?”
    “I like her.”
    He laughed like Satan about to collect a baker’s dozen of souls. “If you can’t fuck her without ME giving her a job, you don’t deserve another piece of pussy for the rest of your life.”
    “This one’s different.”
    “How so.”
    “She’s got steel in her spine. I interrupted her at the diner where she works, right before she was about to break a trucker’s elbow.”
    “This sounds like a potential lawsuit you’re sending me, not a waitress.”
    “She’ll be fine. She’ll be an asset.”
    “To whom, though, is the question.”
    It was little comments like that that gave me pause. If we were both speaking openly, it might have gone something like this:
    Are you sending her over here to spy on me, Jack?
    Now why would I have any reason to spy on you, Lou?
    None at all.
    Then I guess we’re copacetic.
    Of course, Jack. We always are.
    By which you mean ‘fuck you.’
    Which is what I always mean, Jack. Every time.
    But everything was a game of chess between me and Lou. Neither of us ever acknowledged there was even a board, but we moved the pieces all the same.
    “She’ll be an asset to both of us,” I said, forcing a smile into my voice even though I didn’t feel it.
    “Asset to me, maybe. Piece ‘a ass to you, definitely.”
    “I’ll be dropping by later.”
    “To reap the rewards of your generosity? Or rather, MY generosity?”
    “Something like that.”
    “Well, come on down, Jack. You’re always welcome.”
    Yeah.
    Right.
    “See you soon,