CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tuesday nights at Downtown, if this was typical, were a more subdued affair than Fridays. The club was almost full, but the clientele sat staring into their drinks or chatting desultorily. It was hard to let your hair down when you knew you had to front up to work the next day. Even the band was more restrained—just a three piece band playing a crossover of jazz and blues.
Eva ordered a Scotch and sat on a couch at the opposite end from a man in jeans and bomber jacket cuddling a woman in denim overalls. She’d dressed down this time in blue jeans, pullover and boots, though she still wore her wig and make-up. She looked around, wondering if Tommy or Sniper would make an appearance or if she'd have to seek them out; she'd decided to approach them on the pretext of buying
