Chapter Seventeen
“Thanks, Rhonda.” Skip ducked through an opening in the counter to get behind the bar again.
“No problem.” Rhonda didn’t see me until I stopped beside Walt. She did a double take, a look of vague recognition crossing her face.
“Kent’s Gym,” I said.
“Oh, yeah. You’re that lawyer, right?”
“Sam McRae. And your name?”
“Rhonda Jacobi.”
“Right, I remember now. Got a minute?”
“Sure. Let’s go to the office.”
“Just a sec. Hey, Walt.” I spoke close to his ear, so he’d hear me above the din without my shouting. “You don’t have to wait if you don’t want to.”
He eyed me. “You really don’t mind if I go?”
“Nah. I’ll be fine.”
“OK, if you’re sure. Overpriced and underboozed drinks. And Blaze Starr, these dancers are not.”
I smiled. “Thanks for coming. Made this a lot easier
