CHAPTER 3
SEATTLE, WA (Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2012, 10 p.m.)—Mac Davis lined up his bank shot, shifted his eyes toward the side pocket and tapped the five ball. It angled off the cushion and into the pocket. He straightened up, a tall, well-built man in his late 20s, and stretched his back. He took a deep breath, smelling cigarette smoke and old beer. Betty Lavotte’s “Let Me Down Easy” played in the background, her soulful voice echoing through the bar. Pretending to study the lay of the balls on the table, he let the crowd's interest build. More bets were placed. Good pool hustling was part theater, he thought. He leaned down for his next shot.
"Someone lookin' for you, Mac," the bartender said.
Mac didn't glance from the table. "How’s she look?"
Johnnie Calhoun, owner, bartender, bounce
