Alex said, darting his eyes down from across the bar. He tipped his glass up, hiding behind it. The brunette who sat down at the pool bar with a couple of her friends didn’t look away. She was drilling holes through him with her eyes. “Who is she?” I asked, swiveling my stool to the right to trap him into answering. “An ex?” Danny leaned forward to see around me to Alex. “She’s beautiful. Were you together long?” “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said, picking at the pile of fries on his plate. “We didn’t ask if you wanted to talk about it,” I said, motioning for the bartender to give him another drink. “I asked who she is and why she’s staring daggers into your head.” “Her name’s Cinda. We were together two years. Engaged. It went south fast. She’d like to see me dead, which won’t be too hard for her to accomplish seeing as how I’m in Reno and not supposed to be.”
