The Signoriello brothers had gone home to bed, claiming they were too old for those “crazy late night bar hours,” but they promised to be back when I opened tomorrow. Lewis Carmichael showed up around eight dressed in scrubs and he joined Cora and the others. He ordered plain club soda to drink, stating that he had to be to work at the hospital by eleven. Shortly after that Jimmy came into the bar and after a few subtle signals to Duncan, the two of them disappeared down the back hallway and stepped into the men’s room. After a while they both returned, though they came out separately. Jimmy settled onto a bar stool and ordered a beer. Duncan came out a minute later and stationed himself behind the bar near Cora’s table where I suspected he was hoping to eavesdrop. Good luck, I thought. I’d been trying to do the same thing out on the floor by cruising by the table regularly, but the place was noisy and it was hard to hear, particularly since I kept getting synesthetic sounds mixed in from time to time.
