She shot me a glare. “Can you really get my charges dismissed, or are you stringin’ me along?”
I leaned forward, holding her gaze. “I guarantee the charges will be dismissed.” I hoped like hell I wasn’t lying. “But tell me if I’m wasting my time thinking you’ll come through.”
She leaned closer. “How are you gonna get them dismissed? You’re not a—” she stopped herself. “You’re not in a position to help anymore.”
“I still have friends in high places,” I lied. “So what’s it gonna be? Should I go find what I need somewhere else, or will you be able to get it?”
She stood up and shot me a look of disgust. “I was gonna look into it tonight after work. But if I get this, you better come through.” Then she marched off toward a table of men.
I settled my bill and left, driving back to downtown. We’d taken the car from the hotel parking garage, but I parked down by Brass Magnolia, figuring I might as well drop in on Bobby and see if he’d come up with anything. I didn’t expect any updates, but it beat going back to the hotel and losing my mind until James showed up.
I headed up to the counter, happy to see Bobby behind the bar. I was still wearing my wig, so he didn’t recognize me when he walked over. “What can I get you?” he asked, setting a napkin in front of me.
This wig could come in handy.
“Hey, Bobby. I’ll take a ginger ale.”
His eyes narrowed as though he recognized my voice but couldn’t figure out who I was.
I grinned. “Harper.”
His eyes flew wide, and he took a step back. “Whoa.”
“I know, right?”
“Girl,” he said with a slow drawl, “you were born to be a blond.”
I wasn’t sure about that, but I’d take the anonymity. “I’m killing some time, so I thought I’d drop in for a drink.”
He pulled a face. “I don’t have anything for you.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “I didn’t think you did, but like I said, I’m killing time.”
He filled a glass with ginger ale and set it in front of me.
I glanced around. “Not many customers.”
He grinned. “It’s almost closing time. You must have insomnia if you’re killing time this late.”
“Something like that.”
He wandered off to check on a couple of other people at the bar, then came back a few minutes later, resting his elbow on the bar as he leaned forward.
“I talked to my cousins. They didn’t mention anything related to what we talked about last night, but they did say there’s something goin’ down. A lot of people are on edge.”
I gave a slow nod.
“They said there’s a hit out on a guy who used to be a big name down in southern Arkansas a while back, but they don’t know who, so I don’t know if he’s the guy you mentioned.”
I took a sip of my drink. “He’s not.”
His brows shot up. “You know about it?”
“Maybe.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you okay, Harper? Are you in trouble? The whole time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you in disguise.”
“I’m fine,” I said good-naturedly. “And I’m trying the wig because a few people have recognized me since I’ve come back.”
