“You’re real fired-up about this, aren’t you?” said Alex.
“Damn right I am!” I said, as I slapped my glass down on the bar. “IfThe Blue Orchidcloses then where am I gonna go? What am I gonna do?”
“How are you gonna keep yourself in shoes and afford trips to the zoo, you mean?” said Ale.
“Ha ha.”
“You can work somewhere else,” said Alex. “But if an owner screws up…his career is over. No one wants to come eat at a crook’s restaurant, do they? Face it, Lola. I’m done.”
“It ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings!” I said. “What are they charging you with, anyway?”
“It’s a long story,” said Alex.
“So enlighten me, bigshot,” I said. “You think I’m not some kind of legal expert? Lola Ryder, Attorney-at-Law! Special Victims Unit.”
“You’re pretty funny,” said Alex.
“You could use some cheering
