the stick and chatting up the patrons.
He stopped playing with the small computer set on the bar and offered her an absent smile. “What can I do for you?”
Eve set her badge and the smiling image of Rachel Howard on the bar. “You recognize her?”
He used a fingertip to nudge the image closer and gave it the earnest study that told her he was fairly new at the job. “Well, sure. That’s, ah, shoot. Rebecca, Roseanne, no . . . Rachel? I’m pretty good with names. I think it’s Rachel. She’s in here most every week. Likes, ah, whatzit?” He closed his eyes. “Toreadors—orange juice, lime juice, a shot of grenadine. She’s not in trouble, is she?”
“Yeah, she’s in trouble. You remember the names and the drinks of all the patrons here?”
“The regulars, sure. Well, especially the pretty girl regulars. She’s got a great face, and she’s friendly.”
“When was the last time she was here?”
“I don’t know, exactly. This is one of my part-time jobs. But the last time I remember being here and seeing her was maybe last Friday? I work the six to midnight on Friday. Hey, look, she never caused any trouble in here. She just comes in now and then with some friends. They grab a station, listen to tunes, dance, keyboard. She’s a nice girl.”
“You ever notice anyone hassling her?”
“Not so much. Like I said, she’s a pretty girl. Sometimes guys would hit on her. Sometimes she’d hit back, sometimes she’d blow them off. But nice. Things get zipping in here after nine, especially weekends. You get the cruisers, but this one always came in with a friend, or a group. She wasn’t looking for a one-nighter. You can tell.”
“Uh-huh. You know a guy named Diego?”
“Ah . . .” He looked blank for a moment, then drew hiseyebrows together in concentration. “I think I know who you mean. Little guy, cruiser. Likes to strut around. Got some good moves on the dance floor and he’s always flush, so he didn’t leave alone very often.”
“Did he ever leave with Rachel?”
“Shit.” He winced. “Sorry. Not her type. She flicked him off. Danced with him. She’d dance with anybody, but she wasn’t after that kind of action. Maybe he tried to put the squeeze on her a few times, now that you mention it, but it wasn’t a big deal. No more than Joe College.”
“Joe?”
“Big, good-looking college guy used to shadow her in here sometimes. All-American looking guy. Got kinda broody when she’d be up there dancing with somebody else.”
“You gotta name?”
“Sure.” He looked more baffled than nervous. “Steve. Steve Audrey.”
“You’re an observant sort, aren’t you, Steve?”
“Well, yeah. You work the bar, you see everything once. Probably twice. It’s sort of like watching a play or something every day, but you get paid for it.”
Oh yeah, he was new at this, Eve thought. “You got security cams?”
“Sure.” He glanced up. “When they’re working. Not that they show much once the place gets jumping. Light show hits at nine, when the music changes, and everything starts flashing and rolling. But we don’t have much trouble here anyway. It’s mostly college kids and data freaks. They come in to hang, to dance, keyboard, do some imaging.”
“Imaging.”
“Sure we got six imaging booths. You know, where you can cram in with your pals and take goofy shots, then mug them up on a comp. We don’t have an X license, so it’s got to be clean. No privacy rooms either. What I’m saying is, the place gets busy, but it’s still low-key. Tips suck, but it’s pretty easy work.”
“I’m going to need to see the discs for the last twenty-four hours.”
“Gee. I don’t know if I can do that. I mean, I just workhere. I think you have to talk to the manager or something, and he’s not here until seven. Um . . . Officer—”
“Lieutenant.”
“Lieutenant, I just work the bar, mostly days, maybe twenty hours a week. I talk up the customers, give them a
He stopped playing with the small computer set on the bar and offered her an absent smile. “What can I do for you?”
Eve set her badge and the smiling image of Rachel Howard on the bar. “You recognize her?”
He used a fingertip to nudge the image closer and gave it the earnest study that told her he was fairly new at the job. “Well, sure. That’s, ah, shoot. Rebecca, Roseanne, no . . . Rachel? I’m pretty good with names. I think it’s Rachel. She’s in here most every week. Likes, ah, whatzit?” He closed his eyes. “Toreadors—orange juice, lime juice, a shot of grenadine. She’s not in trouble, is she?”
“Yeah, she’s in trouble. You remember the names and the drinks of all the patrons here?”
“The regulars, sure. Well, especially the pretty girl regulars. She’s got a great face, and she’s friendly.”
“When was the last time she was here?”
“I don’t know, exactly. This is one of my part-time jobs. But the last time I remember being here and seeing her was maybe last Friday? I work the six to midnight on Friday. Hey, look, she never caused any trouble in here. She just comes in now and then with some friends. They grab a station, listen to tunes, dance, keyboard. She’s a nice girl.”
“You ever notice anyone hassling her?”
“Not so much. Like I said, she’s a pretty girl. Sometimes guys would hit on her. Sometimes she’d hit back, sometimes she’d blow them off. But nice. Things get zipping in here after nine, especially weekends. You get the cruisers, but this one always came in with a friend, or a group. She wasn’t looking for a one-nighter. You can tell.”
“Uh-huh. You know a guy named Diego?”
“Ah . . .” He looked blank for a moment, then drew hiseyebrows together in concentration. “I think I know who you mean. Little guy, cruiser. Likes to strut around. Got some good moves on the dance floor and he’s always flush, so he didn’t leave alone very often.”
“Did he ever leave with Rachel?”
“Shit.” He winced. “Sorry. Not her type. She flicked him off. Danced with him. She’d dance with anybody, but she wasn’t after that kind of action. Maybe he tried to put the squeeze on her a few times, now that you mention it, but it wasn’t a big deal. No more than Joe College.”
“Joe?”
“Big, good-looking college guy used to shadow her in here sometimes. All-American looking guy. Got kinda broody when she’d be up there dancing with somebody else.”
“You gotta name?”
“Sure.” He looked more baffled than nervous. “Steve. Steve Audrey.”
“You’re an observant sort, aren’t you, Steve?”
“Well, yeah. You work the bar, you see everything once. Probably twice. It’s sort of like watching a play or something every day, but you get paid for it.”
Oh yeah, he was new at this, Eve thought. “You got security cams?”
“Sure.” He glanced up. “When they’re working. Not that they show much once the place gets jumping. Light show hits at nine, when the music changes, and everything starts flashing and rolling. But we don’t have much trouble here anyway. It’s mostly college kids and data freaks. They come in to hang, to dance, keyboard, do some imaging.”
“Imaging.”
“Sure we got six imaging booths. You know, where you can cram in with your pals and take goofy shots, then mug them up on a comp. We don’t have an X license, so it’s got to be clean. No privacy rooms either. What I’m saying is, the place gets busy, but it’s still low-key. Tips suck, but it’s pretty easy work.”
“I’m going to need to see the discs for the last twenty-four hours.”
“Gee. I don’t know if I can do that. I mean, I just workhere. I think you have to talk to the manager or something, and he’s not here until seven. Um . . . Officer—”
“Lieutenant.”
“Lieutenant, I just work the bar, mostly days, maybe twenty hours a week. I talk up the customers, give them a
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