"No s**t," muttered Billy. "He must've been in a real hurry, dumpin' a Rolex like that."
"Could be," shrugged the bartender, stuffing a hammy hand into a pocket of his faded jeans. "Nice watch, anyway." Withdrawing his hand from his pocket, he produced a glittering timepiece, stared at it musingly. "If I didn't need the cash, I'd keep the damn thing for myself."
"Wow," Billy said admiringly. "I guess you did come out ahead on the deal. Mind if I take a look at that a second?"
With a slight shrug, the bartender extended the watch to Billy, dropped it into the palm of his hand. "I can get a couple grand for that, easy," said the guy. "More'n a couple, I guess."
"Hell, yeah," nodded Billy.
"All I gotta' do is get that inscription taken off," sniffed the bartender. "I know a guy
