Tennant’s
He arrived at dusk.
Clandestine bars were much more interesting places to be at night. That was the gambling den that Tim MaCGrady, the cab driver, had told him was the Sunshine Cab drivers' hangout. And most likely, he'd also told all his colleagues to stay away from it for a while.
He knocked three sharp taps on the doorframe. A rectangular crack opened in the door and two eyes studied Mason Stone for a few moments.
"Password?"
"Tammany." he merely said showing that he carried no weapons under his raincoat. The password Tim had told him opened the doors of Tennant's wide.
Inside, the air smelled of smoke and secrets. The light, not too bright, refracted off the mugs and amber liquor. A pianist was playing soft, not too lively music. There was a sombre cheerfulness in the
