Snippet Sunday – Hard-Boiled/Noir WIP – January 3, 2016
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This week’s snippet picks up where my last one left off.
Marisa and Jake are in the bar. So is Marisa’s ex. The ex seems to be keeping a close eye on them…
I glanced at the back corner over my shoulder.
The guy in the aloha shirt must have been running his mouth but good. His head jerked around with the conviction of his words and he threw in all the hand gestures he could manage without knocking over his drink. Marisa’s ex sat there and weathered the storm, humoring his pal with an occasional nod or grunt. He didn’t grant him the courtesy of eye contact, though. The big man had his head angled in such a way that there could be only one area for his eyes to focus on.
I turned back to Marisa before I got suckered into a staring contest.
“Is he always so… attentive, when you’ve got a date?”
She finished her beer, then signaled the barman for another.
I sneaked another glance toward the corner.
“Is there going to be trouble?”
The barman set a fresh pint down in front of her, then made his way back to the other end of the bar.
“If you keep that up I can practically guarantee it,” she said.
I chewed on that for a few seconds, turning my attention back to Marisa. I’d seen enough trouble in my time to know that it very often looked like the guy in the back-corner booth.
“Small town,” she reminded me. “Unless you or your ex pick up and leave you’re going to run into each other.”
“I suppose the novelty of it wears off after the first dozen or so times it happens.”
“Guess you don’t have to worry about things like that, living in New York City.”
“You’d be surprised,” I said. “It’s amazing how easy it is to run into someone you don’t want to see, wherever you are.”
She raised her glass to toast the sentiment. We clinked and drank.
“I much prefer to run into people I do want to see,” she said with one of her famous lopsided grins.
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