Favorite Location
"Ah, hello again, Detective. You're becoming quite the regular around here."
Logan Goodwin glanced up at the waitress who had approached the table. Millie Barton, was her name. Young, dark hair, perpetual smile. She'd waited on him the last few times he had come by.
"And I see you've brought a friend this time," the waitress continued, turning to the other side of the table where Eve Deighton was seated. "Can I get you two anything to start with? Something to drink, maybe?"
"I think this Mystic Blitz sounds interesting," Eve said, gesturing to the drink list.
"Oh, it's one of my favorites," Millie replied, "though I wouldn't recommend drinking it fast. It sneaks up on you." She turned to Logan, "And you?"
"I'll just have a beer," he said, "whatever's on tap tonight."
"Brave man," she said with a wink. "I'll be right back with those."
Logan turned his head to find Eve looking at him with an odd smile. "What?"
"I think someone has a little crush on you, Detective," she stressed the last word.
"Ridiculous, she's just friendly."
"If you say so," Eve said with a smirk. "Nevermind the fact that she skipped a table that had been here longer than we have to make a beeline for you. So, been coming here a lot, have you?"
"Yeah. For the investigation," he replied. "Jackal came here frequently, and was here on the night of the murder. I've been asking around, looking for any clues, figuring out who else is a regular and might have seen anything that night."
"And is that what we're doing tonight?"
"No. I guess I've grown to like the place. Though I can't help but think about the case."
"Well, let me take your mind off it," Eve said with a smile. "There's an empty pool table over there. I rack, you break?"
The two of them made their way to the pool table. Even took the triangular rack and placed it on the table, gathering up the multi-colored balls and organizing them. She removed the rack, and Logan lined up the cue ball, taking the first shot. There was a loud clatter, and balls ricocheted in various directions. None of them ended up in a pocket, however.
"Nice break. Too bad you didn't sink any," Eve said. "Now watch how it's done."
She strode to where the cue ball had come to rest. Cue stick in hand, she leaned over, resting her hand on the felt, stick laying across it. Logan noticed the concentration on her face as she lined up a shot. His eyes trailed from there along the length of the stick, then wandered over the curve of her body. He failed to see her look back at him.
"Hey now," she chided with a grin. "Eyes up, Detective."
The stick surged forward, striking the cue ball and sending it across the table where it collided with the solid red three ball, which rolled into a corner pocket.