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Yanked off the stool he squealed in pain, flailed his arms and kicked his feet as he was carried to the door.
    “ The man say don’t interrupt. And I say haul your ass outta here and don’t never bring it back. I ain’t gonna be so fuckin’ nice next time.”
    Tossed like a sack onto the street, the guy struggled to get himself upright. “Man, it’s a free fuckin’ country,” he whined, then appeared to consider barging right back in. Finally, he thought better of it, stumbling off, then whirling with several obscene gestures.
    Inside, Jackson headed back behind the bar. “Sorry about that asshole, Frank.”
    “ No problem. Who is that guy?”
    “ Got me. His last time in here the same thing happen. Got soused and I run him out.”

Chapter 9
    He slipped in the key, and its soft raking sound filled the silent hallway. Opening the door with its usual squeak and ticking, he moved through the small foyer toward the murmuring movie voices coming from the living room TV. The still-lit candles were half-gone, the Chardonnay uncorked and one of the two glasses half-full. In the warm, scented room, she slept with her head back on the couch, her small pretty feet on the cocktail table, the short, sheer gown almost covering what it was supposed to.
    He sat next to her and used the remote to silence Bogey and Bacall. Quietly pouring himself some wine, he took a long sip, then walked two fingers like a bug up one bare thigh.
    Sherie stirred, and the blue eyes opened. “Oh, Frank, you scared me.”
    He gave her the smile. “You always say that, and you never sound scared. Besides, you said you like bugs. Most of them are harmless, you said, ‘kinda cute.’”
    She stared at the glowing VCR clock. “Yeah, I don’t mind bugs. I just don’t like some guy acting like a bug. One-fifteen, Frank. Where’ve you been?”
    “ Working.”
    “ What do you mean, working?” She tugged at the hem of the shortie, trying to cover more with it than was ever intended.
    “ Working. I had to check out a lead.”
    “ Frank, this was supposed to be our night.”
    “ I know, sweetheart, I…”
    “ First, you cancel dinner. Then you don’t show up until the middle of the night.”
    He put his glass down on the table, leaned forward and held the hand that was still tugging. “Calm down. Did you watch tonight?”
    “ Of course I watched. TV’s the only time I get to see you these days.”
    “ Sherie, cut it out. So you saw the car blow up with the mother and her kids.”
    She sighed and shook her head, meaning, yes, unfortunately she had.
    “ And you heard the guy with the camcorder?”
    “ Yeah, I saw that jerk.”
    “ So in the break I ask the jerk if he knows where this guy Peoples hangs out. The guy who just lost his whole family. And he says he saw him once in a bar called Marvin’s. So after the show I went there and found out this whole damn thing is probably drug-related.”
    She took her hand from his. “So, really. No shit. I could have told you that without going to the bar. Everything is drug-related. Ninety-five percent of all parking meter violations are drug-related.”
    He laughed. Occasionally the girl got off a good one, usually when she was angry. “Speaking of which, did you get my go-gos?”
    She leaned back and closed her eyes, as if she were wondering what the hell she was doing with her life. “They’re next to the TV.”
    Moving to the wall unit, he picked up the vial, rattled its contents and dropped it in a coat pocket. “So who’s this doc who fills prescriptions without asking questions?”
    “ Forget it. You make you own connection, I’ll never see you.” The eyes were still closed.
    Back at the couch, he sat even closer. “Baby, you know you drive me crazy.”
    “ No, I know you are crazy. I have nothing to do with it.”
    “ You look especially luscious in this sexy new thing.”
    She was still sulking but finally opened her big blues and let him take her in his arms. “I bought it