Snippet Sunday – Hard-Boiled/Noir WIP – December 13, 2015
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Today’s snippet takes us back to early on in the story. Jake and Marisa have met on the beach and are now enjoying an evening together in Beau’s Bar & Grill when Jake thinks he notices someone watching them…
“Who’s that guy over there?” I indicated direction with a backward nod.
She got up on her tiptoes to look over my shoulder.
“Nobody, Jake,” she said, trying to hide a sigh. “That’s nobody.”
I waited for her to tell me more. She didn’t.
“This is a small town,” I prompted. “Everybody’s somebody here.”
I swung us around so I faced the man.
The poor light over his back-corner booth concealed a lot, but couldn’t hide the man’s sheer bulk. He took up better than half of the space, from side-to-side, on the bench and appeared even bigger when he leaned forward with his elbows on the table. The size of his hand made the beer bottle he held look like one of those liquor bottles they gave out on airplanes.
I was able to make out the shape of his bald head against the darkness behind him. The occasional flare of his cigarette revealed a wide nose and thick dark eyebrows. The eyes themselves remained hidden in shadow. I felt more than saw them on us as Marisa and I made our way across the dance floor.
I returned the stare for a long couple of seconds, then turned my attention back to Marisa.
“What does a big city man know about small towns anyway?” she asked.
“Is there something about this small town I should know?”
The blues ballad faded into something upbeat. We continued to slow dance. I slid my hand down to the small of her back.
The man in the back-corner booth’s cigarette flared a little brighter.
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