He went to Tally's on a Thursday evening.
Not because the timing was strategic. Because he had been thinking about the Kofi conversation since the grid log cross-reference and he had learned from the Ferris situation that putting off the conversations that needed to happen produced nothing except weight.
He walked into the pool hall at eight-fifteen. The same two door men on the same stools. The one on the left recognized him immediately and moved off his stool with the specific wariness of someone who remembered what the last visit of this person to this establishment had produced.
Hunter said Kofi's name. The door man looked at him for three seconds and then tilted his head toward the back.
The back office was the same. Camera feeds on the wall. Kofi behind the desk with water and no
