As soon as Tony came into the club Friday evening, Kirk got off a stool at the bar to join him, asking, “Any more murders?”
“Bite your tongue,” Tony muttered. “No murders, although I did have a visit from the detective. He quizzed me about the tenants. Not that I know most of them. They’re pretty much people I only run into occasionally, coming and going. Still, he took notes.”
Kirk saw the others at one of the tables, and he and Tony went to join them. If asked, Kirk would have admitted that the fact they didn’t even blink at his being there made him feel good. I guess they’ve stopped thinking of me as an interloper. I hope.
“How was your day?” Dan asked as soon as they were seated.
“If you mean mine,” Tony replied. “It was very exciting. I cleaned house.”
“Our job for tomorrow,” Pat
