Chapter 14
Evi looked around the Grey Gull and wondered how long she could count on Duke to stay gone. The bar isn't a bad set-up, she thought. It probably brings in a decent amount on its own and then with a couple of special deals here and there...well, the potential would just keep rising. She smiled, with one little forged marriage certificate she would be in. Thanks to her quick thinking-the cops all ready know her as Evi Crocker, and when Duke comes back, it will be just like old times. Suddenly she remembered the old man intently watching the explosion. Of course, if Duke didn't come back...as his grieving widow...well, now, maybe that could be arranged.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the old man shuffling by and heading to a back table. This was obviously her lucky day. Evi watched him settle into his seat-she notice a large expensive looking ring on his right hand and decided to up the price. After all, she smiled widely, didn't she deserve something as Duke's poor heartbroken widow.
Evi slid into the chair next to the old man and put out her hand. "Hi, I'm Evi." She pretended to pause and think, "now, don't I know you from someplace."
"Nice to meet you...Roderick Bothor," he replied taking her hand.
"Oh, dear, I know where I remember you..." she continued with imagined surprise.
"Do you now."
"Yes, it was at that dreadful explosion," she whispered.
Roderick leaned forward and in a low voice asked, "What is it you want?"
Evi smiled. This was going to be easier than easy. "I may have some information that you might find useful, and you may have something that would be useful to me...like money, she added to herself.
"Perhaps we should find a more private place to discuss our business," Roderick countered still looking at her.
"Perhaps."
"It's pleasant enough this evening-would you join me for a walk along the bay."
"I would be delighted."