"What exactly did Tony do for a living, Ms..."
"Barnard. I'm Judy Barnard," she filled in as she extended her hand. He shook her hand. Her long slim fingers were cold. Her wiry bracelets clinked together, and he couldn't help but notice the large sparkling rings on her fingers. Some stones were clear, some were green.
He wondered if the jewels were real.
"So Ms. Barnard, what did Tony do for a living besides bartend?"
She shifted her gaze about the bar before returning it to him. She paused briefly and leaned closer to him. "He ran a male escort service." Even her whisper was raspy.
"Why did he work here then?"
She looked surprised by his question. "This bar is in the professional district. I would imagine he picked up some clients here. You know, when they stopped in for lunch or af
