Freddie looked like he hadn’t moved since last night, but he must have because he had on a different shirt, a loud Hawaiian number. He lit up like a beacon when he saw me.
“Lawson! Come on in, man. Have a brew on the house.”
Damn, two freebies. Better watch out! Nonetheless, I accepted and took a stool at the bar. Looked like milk in his glass, but I guess if he had a hard drink in front of him all the time, his liver would be a chunk of iron by now.
Freddie gave a broad wink that I could only interpret as lewd. “You take care of that gal you left with last night?”
“Didn’t get any complaints.” I played it cool.
“Bet you didn’t. Just bet you didn’t.” His eyes raked over the part of me that was visible above the bar. I wet my lips with foam. He paused a beat. “Say, you mind giving me a
