It didn’t have the hottest women around, but even the second-rate girls of San Diego were far superior to the top-shelf girls pretty much anywhere else in the country. It didn’t do much for me, but to each his own. The doorman was a full-blown cliché, a 6’3”, bald, goateed white dude with a holie...
The place was nearly empty, as usual, with just a couple of locals minding their own business at the bar, drowning away their sorrows. Kelton ordered a pitcher of Guinness and headed for a table near the rear of the bar, right next to the emergency exit, giving him a clear view of the entire room...
“I think you’ve had enough, buddy,” the bartender said in a voice that utterly lacked conviction. He was a wrinkled old geezer with gray hair and bloodshot eyes. Undoubtedly took the job for the fringe benefits, which almost certainly consisted of slipping himself a taste once every hour. Or ever...
Kelton shoved the newly reawakened emotions back to their hiding place and picked the phone up off the counter, flipped it open, and brought it to his ear. “Talk to me, bro.” “It’s no good,” Willis said. Kelton’s heart sank into his stomach. “They’re still onto us?” “Like glue,” Willis said. “Thr...