Louis Santos leaned against his rented Lexus and took a final pull off his Esplendido. As he tossed the butt on the ground, he continued to watch the window on the second floor of Maire"s Gentlemen"s Club. Ursulines Avenue was as dark and quiet as he had expected it to be at midnight on a Tuesday evening.
He checked his slicked back hair in the side-view mirror of the car. He had switched cars knowing the cop from Los Angeles would now be on the lookout for him. Fortunately Louis had a dealer friend who owed him big favors, so car exchanges required little more than a phone call. The Lexus had been delivered within an hour, and the Lincoln was receiving a new paint job.
Louis swallowed a mint before pulling a toothpick from his pocket. He picked at a hole in a back molar while he waited.
