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instead. He had better luck asking for gin, then made a point of wiping

the rim of the glass clean with his printed silk handkerchief before

drinking. After taking a sip, he dabbed his lips and smoothed the pencil

line under his nose that passed for a moustache.

He looked around, as nervous as a virgin in a frat house. He noted me

and the man in the back booth, and when neither of us leaped out to cut

his throat, he relaxed a little. He checked the clock behind the bar,

comparing its time to a silver watch attached to his vest and frowned.

The bartender moved away, no doubt driven off by the scent of dying

lilies that the newcomer had doused over himself. A cloud of it hit me

in the face like exhaust from a truck, and I gave up breathing for a

while.

He looked at the watch again and then at the door. No one came in. He

removed his hat, placing it gently on the bar, as though it might offend

someone. From a low widow's peak to the curl-clustered nape, his dark

hair had been carefully dressed with a series of waves that were too

regular to be natural. He removed his gloves, plucking delicately at the

fingertips, then absently patted his hair down.

The bartender caught the eyes of the man in the booth and shrugged with

raised brows and a superior smile as though to say he couldn't help who

walked through the door as long as they paid. The man in the booth
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hunched closer to his beer and watched the mirror.

Two minutes later a lady walked in, probably the first one to ever cross