She kept drinking.
The lights faded down
Somehow lost in the smoke
And the music
Someone attempting Sheryl Crow
“There’s a favourite mistake.” I said nodding to the girl on the little stage.
“At least she’s trying.” Sam laughed. “I’ve never seen you with a mic in your hand.”
“You never will. That’s my power.”
We made our way to the back. Knocked on the office door. It opened. Men in suits moved to block the door. “Holden Caulfield” I said.
“There’s a password?” Sam asked as we walked in.
“No one told ME a password. Why didn’t I know the password?”
The smoke wasn’t so bad in here.
We sat at the table. There was a card game going on. Someone offered a drink. Sam started for a yes.
“We’re fine.” I said. Taking the drink and stirring it. I handed it to the head of the table.
“What’s the case, How did he die?”
The younger one in the middle kept cutting cards. He always handed out a card for a case. He wasn’t a big talker. Each agent knew his assigned neighborhood. And each card had a meaning. Like a fortune.
” Middle age is a Dead Sea filled with quiet waters. That is no place for passion. His wife knew she could never match an erotic affair. How could she?”
“You’re saying his wife had him killed?”
He lit a cigarette. Rubbing his forehead. “No. I’m saying. The dead seeds bring a dead harvest.”
“You have to think ahead. Short term vs long term. What did this do for the long haul. What were you thinking?” I said.
Sam poured another drink. I sat down and turned a card over. Looking him in the eyes. There was sweat on his face. He was nervous.
“Eric was – impulsive. Yes, but this is just bad business. He handled your cards well.”
He stopped shuffling…
“You’re not here for a job …”
“You are the job.”
His eyes panicked. Before he could move he fell face down on his own cards. Cold.
No one moved. Sam and I slowly got up.
I looked around the room. Setting the drink straw on the table.
“We don’t have to make a mess, but remember who watches your assets. Your family could be broke in two hours.”
We made our way out. Back through the crowd. The music a low hum.
“Holden Caulfield?” Sam asked.
” an annoying dick.” I said .