Chapter 15
RJ looked at his watch and told himself he would only stay for a little while. Lou told RJ he’d be there when happy hour started, but there was no Lou in sight as the bar opened.
“Hey, Ed, let me have a Heineken and put it on my tab,” he told the club bartender. Ed nodded at RJ’s order and took out a cold bottle, slid it on the metal top. After he nabbed it, RJ stared at the label, marveled at the steps the beer had to take to arrive in Saudi.
“Unbelievable how it gets smuggled here, huh, Ed?”
Ed took a towel and wiped the sweat off his bald head. “I’m not complaining. Allows me to moonlight after pumping gas all day for you flight jockeys.”
“Yeah, can’t wait to leave this place though and not worry about what to wear, what to drink, if I’m showing too much skin.”
“You and
