Lee walked into the bar through a creaky door and looked around. There were two old guys at a table in one corner and a guy who looked like a construction worker at the bar. A tall thin man with a cowboy shirt stood, or leaned, behind the bar. “Can I help you, mister?”
“Yeah. You know a guy named Clyde?”
“Who"s asking?”
“I am.”
“And who would you be?”
“I"m Clyde"s long-lost twin brother,” Lee said. He pulled two twenties from his wallet and added, “Do you remember now? Big guy, grey ponytail.”
“Yep. I know Clyde. Usually shows up here around 5:00 or 5:30 most nights.” He reached out and took the money from Lee"s hand.
“Great, have him give me a call.” He wrote a phone number on a napkin and handed it to the bartender. “Just tell him I"d like to catch up.”
“Sure,” the bartender repl
