Dead Man's Diary & A Taste For Cognac - Plot & Excerpts
Timothy Rourke wasn’t at the bar and he wasn’t in any of the booths. Shayne frowned and turned impatiently toward the swinging doors. A voice called, “Mr. Shayne?” when he reached the third booth from the end. He stopped and looked down at the girl alone in the booth. She was about twenty, smartly dressed, with coppery hair parted in the middle and lying in smooth waves on either side of her head. She didn’t wear any make-up, and her small face had a pinched look. Her eyes were brown and shone with alert intelligence. Her left hand clasped a glass half filled with dead beer as she smiled at Shayne. Shayne took off his hat and stood flat-footed looking down at her. Lights above the bar behind him cast shadows on his gaunt cheeks. He lifted his shaggy left eyebrow and asked, “Do I know you?” “You’re going to.” The girl tilted her head sideways and looked wistful. “I’ll buy a drink.”
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