CHAPTER 3PETE DAVOS was waiting for him in the lobby of the Gulf Hotel. “How was it?” Pete asked, grinning.
“Shut up.” Ramsey strode past him.
“Aw, Rack,” Pete protested, hurrying after him. “I was just asking. I been waiting for you, Rack.” He grasped Ramsey’s arm.
Ramsey stopped and turned. “I thought you were going to bed.”
“I was, but there’s somebody I met in the bar. I want you to meet him.”
“I’m tired. Who is it?”
“You’ll see,” Pete said, grinning. “Come on.” He pulled the reluctant Ramsey across the lobby.
They entered a long murky room with a bar against one wall, booths along the other, tables in the center. Pete led Ramsey to a table at the far end. As they approached, a man stood up and gazed at them steadily, swaying a little. He was a very thin man with wide spare shou
