Right as Rain

Strange politely muscled his way into a position at the end of the stick. White people, in a setting like this one, generally let a black man do whatever he wanted to do.

Strange waited for a while and finally caught the bartender's eye. The bartender was trim, clean shaven, and of medium height. He had a false smile, and he flashed it at Strange as he leaned on the bar and placed one hand palm down on the mahogany.

'What can I get ya, friend?' said the bartender.

'Ricky Kane,' said Strange, giving the bartender the same kind of smile.

'What, is that a drink?'

Strange placed his hand over the back of the bartender's hand. He ground his thumb into the nerve located in the fleshy triangle between the bartender's thumb and forefinger. The color drained from the bartender's face.

'Saw you talkin' to Ricky Kane yesterday,' said Strange, still smiling, keeping his voice even and light. 'I'm an investigator, friend. You want me to, I'll pull my ID and show it to you right here. Show it to your manager, too.'

The bartender's Adam's apple bobbed, and he issued a short shake of his head.

'I don't want you,' said Strange, 'but I don't give a fuck about you, understand? What I want to know is, was Ricky Kane hooked up with Sondra Wilson?'

'Sondra?'

'Sondra Wilson. She worked here, case you've forgotten.'

'I don't know… maybe he was. He picked her up once at closing time when she was working here, but she didn't work here all that long. She lasted, like, a week.'

'She get fired?'

'She had attendance problems,' said the bartender, his eyes going down to the stick. 'My hand.'

'Barkeep!' yelled a guy wearing suspenders, from the other end of the bar.

Strange said, 'Kane and Sondra Wilson.'

'He met her over at Ki

'Bartender!'

Strange leaned forward. 'You tell Kane or anyone else I came by, I'm go

The bartender nodded. Strange released him. He bumped a woman as he turned and he said, 'Excuse me.' He unglued the smile that was on his face, shifting his shoulders under his leather jacket as he went out the door.

Strange went over to Stan's on Vermont Avenue and ordered a Joh

'Strange, how you doin'?'

'Doin' good, Junie, how you been?'

'All right. You look a little worn down, man, you don't mind my sayin' so. You all right?'

Strange looked at his reflection in the bar mirror. He took a cocktail napkin from a stack and wiped sweat from his face.

'I'm fine,' said Strange. 'Little hot in this joint, is all it is.'

Strange sat at the downstairs bar of the Purple Cactus. There were several empty tables in the dining area of the restaurant, and Strange was alone at the bar. The smiles and relaxation on the faces of the waitstaff told him that the evening rush had ended.

Strange ordered a bottle of beer and drank it slowly. The brunette named Le

The next time she passed behind him he swiveled on his stool and said, 'Pardon me.'

She stopped and said, 'Yes?'

'Your name is Le

She brushed a strand of hair off her face. 'That's right.'

Strange handed her a cocktail napkin with the words 'one hundred dollars' printed in ink across it.

'I don't understand,' she said.

'It's yours for real if you give me fifteen minutes of your time.'

'Now wait a minute,' she said, making the 'stop' sign with her palm, but he could see from her crooked smile that she was more curious than a

'I'm an investigator,' said Strange, and he flipped open his wallet to show her his license. 'Private, not police.'

'What's this about?'

'Ricky Kane.'

'Forget it.'

'I'm not lookin' to get you or anyone you work with in any trouble. This isn't about him or what he does here. You've got my word.'

Le

'Meet me at the upstairs bar,' said Strange. 'I'm go

'I've got to close out my last table,' said Le

'Half hour,' said Strange.

Strange watched her drift. Prostitutes and junkies were the best informants on the street. Waitresses, bartenders, UPS drivers, and laborers were pretty good, too. They cost a little more, but whatever the cost, Strange had learned that most people, the ones who knew the value of a dollar, had a price.

'How long did Ricky work here?' said Strange.

'Not too long,' said Le

Strange hit his beer, and Le

'What'd you think when it went down? Given that you knew Kane was dealing drugs, did you have any doubts about what you read in the papers? Did you think that maybe there was something else going on that night that they had missed?'

'Sure, it crossed my mind.' Le

'And then there's the perception most of the people in this city have of the police. What I'm saying is, you're talking about two different issues here. Ricky Kane was a dealer, but nobody really believed he had been stopped that night for selling drugs. He probably got stopped and hassled for urinating in the street, just like they said. The feeling was, it could have been any of us out there. At one time or another, we've all had some kind of negative experience with the police.'

'All right. How you feel about him now, then?'

'What do you mean?'

'Old Ricky is still comin' in here, doin' business. He was in here yesterday, taking orders, right?'

'I told you I wasn't going to talk about my co-workers and friends. They want to get involved with Ricky, it's their business, not mine.'

'You must have an opinion about what he's doing, though, right?'