The action was slow at that hour. The two bartenders, already on duty, were stocking their wares and mixes. The ‘B’ girls sat in a gaudy row on the stools, three magpies, chewing gum and chattering. A handful of customers were at the bar. The jukebox was temporarily silent. “You’re on the scene early, honey,” one of the girls commented. “Might catch a live one, pretty. The early bird catches the worm.” Stark started toward a vacant stool at the rear. Then he stopped. “Elaine, you seen Momo?” The girl looked back to Stark. She noted his haggard appearance and misjudged its origin. “No, baby. I don’t think he’s been in all day. Some other people were askin’ for him, earlier. They didn’t look good. Jess made them leave.” He nodded. “Thanks. I just wanted to see him. Buy him a drink.” He went to the stool, thinking; Crowley had fulfilled his mission, but where was Momo? Stark would have to telephone the cop to find out what was happening. He needed Momo for their new expansion, but the cop wouldn’t rest until he had someone in the bag.
