Jass (Valentin St. Cyr Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
Valentin could almost hear predatory eyeballs shift in every corner of the room. Right behind these two came Beansoup, his gap-toothed face bobbing, a balloon on a string. His wide eyes got wider at the bright lights and happy noise that had the big room all aglitter and vibrating like a machine. "Are you on your way to St. Mary's?" Valentin said pointedly. The kid's attention came back around, his mouth setting in a pout. He made a rough gesture that was half a shrug, half a nod. "So if I send somebody over to Miss Burt's in a half hour, you won't be on the premises?" "No, I won't be on the goddamn premises!" Beansoup crabbed. He pointed at the bar. "How about a drink? It's a long walk." "You can have root beer or a Chero-Cola," Valentin said, and went into one of his pockets for a Liberty quarter. "Then you can walk or ride. A car will be by in a few minutes." Beansoup accepted the coin with an absent frown. He decided against a drink, given the way the detective was eyeing him. He started for the door, then turned around, his moon face brightening.
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