“Hiya, Paddy,” Jimmy said. “Everything okay?”
“I’m fine, Jimmy,” Mallory said, answering for herself. “Not like last time.”
Jimmy gave his uncle a look. The man shrugged. “She’s told me nothing.”
Jimmy looked at the fluted glass stationed in front of her. Not beer, not even wine. No shot. Just dancing bubbles. An odd development. He would get to that in a second.
“Paddy, can I ask a favor?”
“Anything, anytime.”
Jimmy handed him an envelope. “Hold onto this. Put it somewhere safe.”
“Under my cash register?”
“Fine. Thanks.”
“Wanna tell me what it is?”
Jimmy shook his head. “Best you don’t. Just call it insurance. Thanks.”
“Part of a case?”
“I’m always working something,” Jimmy said.
“Well, now tend to your sister. She looks like she’s bursting at the seams.”
“Got it.” He went t
