“Oh, yeah, hey…it’s…shit, sorry, I forgot your name. Not the night we had, but…”
“I’m Frank.”
“I’m sure you were that night, too.”
Chayton didn’t seem like he wanted to be part of this moment. With a sneer written on his face, he excised himself from them. But he turned back just in time to see Frank kiss him hard, his lips lingering, more for effect than for feeling. Jimmy could sense the difference. As Frisano pulled away, Jimmy felt a lot of words on his tongue. None of which did he say. He waited, and he didn’t have to wait long.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Larry Dean told me I’d find you here.” Jimmy stole a look at the crowd in the bar, located this Chayton guy at the bar. He was paying his bill. “Is he the one?”
“I think so. Fits the surveillance video. Blurry as it i
