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Several months back, when Richie was working with Steve Burlington on a messy ‘situation’ involving his wife and his mistress, he had learned that everyday around noon, Burlington could be found sitting at the bar of the Comstock Saloon on Columbus near Pacific Avenue. Now, Richie entered the bar and, right on schedule, there sat Burlington.
Richie liked the Comstock. With its massive hundred-year-old bar and antique furnishings, it looked like something out of the Barbary Coast days when San Francisco was a rough-and-tumble Western town, not the chichi place it was today.
He hadn’t really wanted to go to a bar in the afternoon, but he needed something to help him put Rebecca out of his mind for a while—and the bar’s “White Lily,” an old-time Comstock drink made of gin, rum, orange-f
