A slamming sound had me jumping and looking up, my palms raised like I’d just been caught sneaking cookies on a high sugar day.
Bobby nudged the new glass closer to me. “The usual.”
It was deliberate. The fact he wasn’t announcing to the whole bar thatmy usualwas a Diet Coke and lime. There was nothing a bunch of drunks hated more than someone who wasn’t getting drunk with them, so I knew he was trying to do me a solid. I just didn’t know why.
“Thanks but I didn’t order this.” I pushed the glass back in Bobby’s direction.
“It’s on the house,” he replied, nodding towards No Name before giving me a tight smile that said what he wasn’t. His interruption was deliberate too. He was worried about something. More likelysomeone.
I wasn’t worried about anything except starting where I left off, my hand in my new friend’s pocket while my fingers fished around for his wallet.
As soon as Bobby walked away, the guy turned to me. “You know each other?” He hitched a thumb towards the bar.
“Not more than anyone else 'round here.” I shrugged, my fingertips slowly climbing up his thigh again.
“It’s just… That was weird.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, clearly not paying attention to what I was doing under the table. Which was as useful as it was disappointing.
Way to take the fun out of it, Bobby.
“What was weird?” I tucked the wad of cash into my bra when the guy leaned forward to get a closer look at the bartender.
“Bobby… He keeps staring at us.”
“Maybe I’m just nice to stare at.”
He waved a dismissive hand. “Nah, it’s not that.”
I cocked a brow, but the fucker still wasn’t looking at me. He was too busy staring across the room.
“Right, well, it was nice getting to know you…Mike.” I’d gotten his name off his ID. He wasn’t paying attention when I did that either. “But it seems the bartender is more your type.”
I patted him on the shoulder as I pushed up off the table and slid back out.
Mike glanced over at me. “Wait? What?”
He stood up, knocking his knees and falling back into his seat before he could make it out of the booth. I waved a middle finger in his direction and kept on walking.
At this rate, it would be another hour before he realized his wallet was gone. Usually I just swiped the cash. The rest of it was too easy to trace. This go-around, I took the whole thing out of spite.
I pushed my way through the side door of Sullivan’s, walking a few steps down the block and tossing the wallet into a nearby alley. Pausing in my tracks when I didn’t hear it land. I looked to the side and watched as the wallet was propelled back at my face.
I caught it midair. “What the fuck?”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
CASPER
“You need a hobby,” Bellatrix grunted, tossing the wallet into the street as she continued down the sidewalk.
I stepped up behind her, popping a new piece of chewing gum into my mouth and snapping it against my teeth. “Like pickpocketing?”
At least I was good at it. Her? Not so much from what I’d seen. If it weren’t for Bobby, guy would have clocked her in thirty seconds flat. Like I had.
But that wasn’t why he had done it. Poor Bobs didn’t give a shit about someone getting robbed in his bar as long as the robbing was done quietly. He was afraid of me causing a scene and him having to clean it up, though. It was why he’d given me a heads-up and why I had to bribe Bugs to see for myself.
“I don’t care what it is as long as it doesn’t involve spying on me,” Bellatrix hissed.
“What makes you think it was you I was spying on?”
