The band began to saunter in from the back and started to set up shop on the raised stage.
The piano player kicked up a little ditty on the ivories and I turned to get a better view. When I
turned back around the empty seat was no longer empty and the shot glass was in the hands of a
handsome older woman.
Her dark hair was perfectly done, her high cheek bones had just the right amount of color and
her blue eyes still held the fire of a sapphire, that no doubt caused the ruin of many a man in her
younger days. Probably just as dangerous now.
‘I am told you have a keepsake of mine Mr. Stone. I can’t imagine what that could be,’ she took
a sip of the liquor and her lips turned up into a warm smile, ‘I have things to take care of before
we open, so if you could show me and we can both get on with our evening. Oh, thanks for
bringing over the drink.’
I reached into my jacket pocket to pull out the photo.
‘Slowly, please,’ she said raising the shot glass to her lips as her other hand was noticeably
under the table, ‘A girl can get jumpy.’
I slowly slid the photo face down on the table so she could see the writing on the back. Hoping
by that alone it would kick up a memory. I could see the hint of something cross her face, but it
disappeared as quickly. She lifted her hand from under the table and flipped the photo over.
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