But probably just to check on things and make sure her golden goose is happy.”

“I asked Ms. Myers about what went on up there, but she cut me off quick. I

thought she was going to fire me for asking. And I was just curious. Didn’t know

what they had the separate room for and all. Not that it matters to me.” He

looked down at his empty glass, waiting for Karl to respond. “Let’s put it this

way, Paul, whatever goes on up there stays up there. Believe me, I’ve tried to

figure it out, but when I broached it with Helen, well, I was afraid I might get

fired too.” * * * Later, Rogers got his comm pack and received a report about a

bachelor party coming into the bar. He was headed toward the door when Helen

Myers stepped in front of him. “I heard that you and Karl made peace. At least

you were seen drinking together.” “I only had the one and it was before I was on

duty.” “I’m not begrudging you two fingers of whiskey, Paul. And Karl doesn’t

drink with anyone he wants to kill.” She tacked on a smile to this.

 

Rogers didn’t answer right away. He ran his gaze over her from head to stiletto

heels. She was in beige tonight. Jacket, blouse, short skirt, bare legs, strappy

shoes. Her hair had bounced across her shoulders as she walked.

 

Rogers said, “We reached an understanding.” “Glad to hear it.” “Will Mr. Quentin

be coming tonight?” Her eyes narrowed. “Why?” “Last night I didn’t know who he

was. Now I do. I know he’s an important customer. I just want to be ready to

treat him right. Little extras, you know. Best foot forward for the bar. And I

won’t lie to you, he’s a good tipper.” Her suspicious look faded. “Well, that’s

good you’re thinking that way. He is an important customer. But no, he won’t be

coming tonight.” “It would have helped to have known who the guy was before,”