Shots, Plots & Diva Down by Louise Furley

Author:Louise Furley [Furley, Louise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Louise
Published: 2022-07-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Hovering for a minute, unsure if they should call out or ring a bell for service, what appeared to be the bartender sauntered out hauling a case of bourbon. He dropped the box on the bar, the glass bottles jangled.

He then noticed the girls. Frowning, he stepped over to them.

They waited with their practiced, professional model smiles.

“Uh,” the bartender looked them up and down, shook his head. “I’m sorry, girls, even if you have fake ID’s there’s no way I’m serving you. You need to-”

Cheyne smiled, held out a hand, her other hand held the briefcase, gold watch glinting on her slender wrist. “Oh no sir, we’re not here to drink, we have some questions we would like to ask you.”

Brows drew down between cherry brown eyes in a gaunt face. Before the suntanned, thirtyish man could respond, Cheyne set her briefcase on the bar, hit the snaps, plat-plat, opened the lid and pulled out the manila envelope that held the copies of the pictures they’d made from Megan’s USB.

He sifted through his dirty blond soul patch, scratching it with two fingers watching her. Thinning dark blonde hair combed straight back hung stringy-wavy to his collar.

One hand, long fingers spanned like a knobby fan rested on the bar top. Although gangly, the bartender looked like he could use a workout at the gym. He held up a palm, “Wait, I don’t-”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Pepi cut in quickly. With offhanded authority she held up her ID badge, waving it while she spoke, at the same time Cheyne with bored affectation flashed her wallet ID.

“It’s all right, I am Pepi Nok, and this is Cheyne Somerset.” Pepi introduced them giving their names an important ring. Her silvery eyes narrowed at him, she looked him up and down as if she found him lacking, something.

Pulling her petite athletic body up as tall as she could muster, she stretched her neck and lifted her chin. “We have a few questions, sir, I’m sure you want to cooperate?”

Sounded like a question, however not requiring affirmation.

The bartender tried to see the ID hanging around her neck, but Pepi tucked it under her jacket. His eyes darted to Cheyne’s, she had already snapped her wallet closed and dropped it in her purse.

“Wait- I-” The bartender sputtered.

“So,” Cheyne pulled out the pictures and laid them down on the bar one at a time. “Now, Mr. um, yes, what is your name, sir?” She smiled her smile of ‘pretending to be polite but not really reporter smile.’

Her lips closed, pulled back and slightly up, eyes bored behind lenses, waiting impatiently.

“Well, I uh, I’m Nestor, Nestor Ramonez. But I don’t see-”

“Yes, Mr. Ramirez,” Cheyne pointed at the first photo, almost missing it as everything was slightly blurry from the borrowed glasses. “Please tell me if you recognize any of these men.”

“That’s Ramonez.”

Cheyne tapped a pale pink nail on the first picture. “Please Mr. Ramonez, can we puhleeze have your cooperation?”

He looked at her, but she rolled her eyes slightly like he was short a brain and tapped the picture again.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.