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“I’ll be fired for sure if the boss finds I’ve told a cop such a thing.”
    “Not if he doesn’t get any heat from it. Now you saw Shawn last night, before you went off shift at eight.”
    “I did, yes. When I finished up, he was behind the bar and he said something like, ‘Maureen, me darling, don’t you be letting that young buck steal any of my kisses.’ “
    At Eve’s lifted brow, Maureen flushed. “Oh, he didn’t mean anything by it, Lieutenant. He was just joking like. Shawn, he’s was forty years old or more, and there isn’t anything like that between us. I have a sort of young man. I mean…” She fumbled again, looked nervously at the silent Peabody. “He is a man, a young man, and I’m seeing him lately. We’re getting to know each other, and Shawn, he knew I had a date last night, so he was just teasing me.”
    “All right, so you saw Shawn when you left at eight. Then — “
    “Oh wait!” Maureen threw up her hands. “I saw him again. I’d forgotten. Well, not ‘saw’ so much. I heard him when I got in from seeing Mike — my young man — that is, the young man I’m seeing lately. I heard Shawn talking when I came in, you see.”
    She beamed, pleased as a pup who’d done its master’s bidding.
    “Who was he talking to?”
    “I don’t know. You see, I have to pass his room to get to the steps to come up to mine. It would have been right about midnight, and Shawn would have been on his break before the after-hours shift. The building’s old, you see, so the walls and doors aren’t really thick or soundproofed well. So I heard him and another man talking in Shawn’s room.”
    “Did you hear what they said?”
    “Not really. I was just passing, but I remember being glad that Shawn sounded happy. He was laughing and he said something about something being a fine idea and he’d be there for certain.”
    “Are you sure he was talking to a man?”
    Maureen furrowed her brow. “It was more an impression. I didn’t hear the words from the other, just a rumble of voice. But deep, like a man’s. I didn’t hear more than that because I came up here to get ready for bed. But I know it was Shawn talking. It was his laugh. He has a big laugh, does Shawn.”
    “Okay, who covers the tables after your shift?”
    “Oh, that’s Sinead. She comes on at six and we work the two hours together, then she handles the tables alone until closing. Sinead Duggin, and she lives only a couple blocks over on Eighty-third, I think. And the barkeep who works the busy time with Shawn is a droid. The boss, he only uses the droid for the busy times. They’re costly to maintain.”
    “All right, Maureen, have you noticed anyone new coming into the bar over the last week or two, striking up a conversation with Shawn?”
    “We get new people in from time to time, and some come back. Some of them talk and some don’t. Most will talk a bit to Shawn because he makes a friendly drink, you see. But I don’t recall anybody in particular.”
    “Okay, you can go on back to work. I may have to talk to you again. If you remember anything, anything at all, or anyone, you’ll get in touch with me.”
    “I will, yes. But Shawn can’t have done anything really wrong, Lieutenant,” she added as she rose. “He’s not a bad sort, just a bit foolish.”
    “Foolish,” Eve mused, turning the token in her fingers as Maureen hurried out. “And unlucky. Let’s get a uniform to stake out the bar just in case we’re wrong and Shawn’s been out all day wheeling a deal or making love to a woman. We’ll go see if Sinead Duggin is any more observant than Maureen.”
    “The riddle guy, he said you had until tomorrow morning.”
    Eve rose, tucking the token away. “I think we can safely assume he cheats.”
    Sinead Duggin lighted a skinny silver cigarette, narrowed hard green eyes, and blew jasmine-scented smoke in Eve’s face. “I don’t like talking to cops.”
    “I don’t like talking to assholes,” Eve