He slid along the bar a bit and asked her what she was drinking.
The place was very noisy. A large crowd always turned up on nights when the bar put on a live band. He had to repeat himself. She told him again and he ordered two drinks. He looked around nervously, as though he didn’t belong in the place. The drinks came and they sat sipping on them. As noisy as it was, she broke the silence between them.
“Thanks!” She held her glass up. She sidled closer. “Not exactly your scene this, is it?”
“You can tell?”
She smiled knowingly. “What brought you here?”
“I’m kind of working,” he said. “Well, I should say, I am working.”
“How curious! You’re in a place like this, and you’re working.”
“I know, it sounds weird, but I’m looking for someone.”
“You’re in here looking for someone and you’re working at the same time. You must be police.”
“No. Not exactly. I’m working for a security company,” he looked embarrassed, “just started.”
She dropped her voice, despite the racket going on all around them. “Tell me more, I’m intrigued.”
“It’s all about identity theft.”
“Wow!”
“It’s an inheritance case.”
“Ooh!”
He lowered his own voice as much as he could. “Some of them are just revenge killings,” he went on, “I don’t particularly like those.”
“What? You mean you track down the thief and dispose of them?”
He nodded.
“But that’s murder!”
“Yes. I said I didn’t like it.”
“How exciting! You’re on the job now. Don’t suppose you can tell me who’s paying for these drinks?”
He said, “Indirectly, your dead sister’s estate, but directly, your brother.”
It was then that she caught sight of the gun with the silencer.