Later that evening, I parked LadyBug in the bar's parking lot, and as I put the transmission in park, I glanced around. The parking lot was filled with an unusual amount of Mercedes and Jaguars. Alongside them were parked the usual pickups and cars. The mix of wealth and blue-collar made it clear tonight was not going to be a typical night. With a sigh, I looked into my rearview mirror and adjusted my ponytail, then wiped away a smudge of lipstick under my lip.
Afterward, opening my door, I stepped out into the heat, and instantly, the humidity erased the coolness the car's air-conditioner had provided. With a grimace at the mugginess of the evening, I hurried across the parking lot and was practically at a run by the time I made it through the employee's entrance.
The scent of cigars,
