“Well, you were there.Was it a lone gunman?”he asked Toni.
It was part my nerves, part the guy was funny, which was whyI burst out laughing.
Toni ignored his comment and ordered, “Two vodka martinis.”
The guy’s eyes narrowed on her, and he asked, “Got ID?”
“Sure,” she said, opened her purse and fished out her fakeID.
“Both of you,” he said to me even as he held his hand outfor Toni’s.
The nerves came back.
In preparation for this operation, Toni had procured thesame for me.She’d had hers for years.Considering I was nurturing, thenbirthing, then again nurturing a baby, partying wasn’t my top priority (or anypriority), and as such, I had no need to score a fake ID.
We were both only a year away from legal, but that year wasstill a year.
I pulled mine out and gave it to him.
He studied them, then handed them back, saying, “Those aregood.So good, we get busted, it’ll be on your asses, not mine.”
He then grabbed two low-alcohol-content wine coolers from arefrigerator, snapped off the caps, put them in front of us and moved away.
“Huh,” Toni said as she picked up the bottle and stared atthe label with so much distaste, I could see it from around her disguise.
“We didn’t come here to imbibe,” I reminded her.
She turned her dark shades to me.“Oh, so you intend toblend in at a bar by wandering around, not drinking, and being obvious aboutlooking for somebody?Being obvious about doing that in a bar where not one ofthese people wants to be found?That sounds like a good plan.Wish I’d thoughtof that.Let’s go do that.”
Totally should have brought Ally or Indy.They wouldn’tpoint out I was an idiot.
They might think it, but they wouldn’t point it out.
She threw back a sip, made a face, then put the bottle tothe bar, and very clearly pretending not to be obvious, which made it totallyobvious, she scanned the bar.
“Can you see anything through those glasses?”I asked undermy breath.
“I can see the pull of the bad boy,” she replied.“Look atthat man.He isfine.”
I peered over my shoulder in the direction her shades wereaimed.
A man with close-cropped hair, handsome face and beautifuldark skin wearing a loose-fitting button down up top, and criminallywell-fitting faded jeans on the bottom was staring our way.
He tipped his beer at us when I caught his eyes.
I turned back.
“We’re not on the make,” I told Toni and took a sip of mycooler.
I also made a face.
Yikes.Who drank this stuff?It was awful.
“You might not be, but I just changed my objective for thenight,” she replied.
“You might want to lose the glasses and scarf, then,” Isuggested.
“Ladies.”
