CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
‘Can I talk to Sniper? He’s a friend of mine,’ Eva told the cashier at the front door of Downtown, whose heavy-handed eye makeup made her look like a raccoon.
The cashier studied her with nonchalance. Did she look as if she’d just had a roll in the grass? She was still bare-legged but she’d put her heels back on, stuffing her stockings into her G-String. She tugged at her dress, pulling it down over her thighs and brushed an imaginary hair from her forehead, momentarily forgetting she was wearing a wig.
‘Sniper has a friend?’ the cashier said. ‘You gotta be kidding me.’
‘Is he in?’
‘He’s working the bar. One of the guys didn’t turn up for work.’
Sniper on the bar. That would set a new benchmark for customer service.
‘Could he spare just a moment? Tell him it’s Ev
