Part 5: Uptown Downtown
The stale stench of smoke and beer slapped Didi in the face as she stepped through the bar room doors. A row of men, all wearing a uniform of flannel shirts, faded jeans tucked into ornately decorated boots, and caps stamped with farm machinery company names, propped up the bar. Most ignored her entrance, not taking their eyes off the television set above the bar, but the couple who did look over their shoulders immediately called out to the barmaid.
"Copper or parole slut," one of them grumblingly added.
A gaunt blonde emerged from a coldroom behind the bar.
"Lawyer actually," she corrected her clientele.
Didi gave them all a thin smile and resisted the urge to go outside and check the address. Surely she wasn't in Caprica City anymore.
The barmaid directed her to a stool at the end of the bar. Apparently this would be as much privacy as Didi could expect.
"That poor boy threw himself in front of a bullet for me," the barmaid attested dramatically following Didi's initial queries.
"For you?"
"Well, for all of us." Ellen Tigh leaned forward, her augmented breasts threatening to fall out of her stringy t-shirt. "He was there for Dee. He'd met her at the Decommissioning."
Didi frowned down at her notes. "I don't have a Dee."
"She was there. So was the prodigal son."
Didi cocked her head to one side. "Lee Adama knew Billy beforehand?"
"I believe they'd met. Lee wanted to know Dee better, if you know what I mean, and Billy already knew her."
"Oh."
"Billy got a bullet in the chest and died. While the golden-haired child got a superficial wound in the leg, become a hero with the press, and got the girl. Something fishy there, don't you think?"
Didi could only nod.