kids?â
I smiled. He wasnât old enough to call us âkids.â I figured him around forty-five, tops. âBeer for me, Pops. What do you have?â
He smiled. âStella, Blue Moon, and Guinness.â
âNo brainer there. Itâs gotta be Guinness, surrounded as we are by Mr. Yeats.â
âSame for me, please,â said Luis.
He patted the bar top again and withdrew to fill our glasses. The three guys at the bar turned around to size us up, smiled, nodded, and went back to their soccer game.
âLuis, I donât get soccer. I think itâs boring. Is it boring for you?â
Luis was watching the television. âBoring, amiga ? You have much to learn about soccer! I was the goalie for my high-school team. I was good, too.â He turned back to me. âMy kid, he, she, whatever, my kid is going to play soccer. All children play soccer now. You might have to learn it, amiga , so that you can play with my son or daughter.â Big smile.
I tried to mirror the big smile but said only, âIâll take your child to the movies instead.â
Our beers showed up, and we each had a swallow, setting them back down on the bar. âYum,â I said, to the bartender. âThanks. Whatâs your name?â
âPerry. Havenât seen you two in here before.â
âNo,â answered Luis, âthis is our first time. It is a nice place you have.â
âThanks. I put a lot into it.â
âYouâre the owner?â I asked.
Perry nodded. âBought it five years ago and fixed it up. The neighborhood is up and coming. Got a good mix of old-timers and younger people who are moving in.â
I held out my hand. âMay I congratulate you on a brilliant name?â
He shook it. âThanks.â He laughed. âMost people donât get it. I know itâs an odd name for a bar, but I think itâs memorable. On Tuesday nights I play old âRawhideâ episodes, and on Wednesday nights, we have poetry readings.â
âBrilliant. Sounds very Portland to me.â
Luis and I chatted with Perry, telling him that we were visiting from out of town, and asking him for suggestions of things to do in Portland. He was friendly and cheerful, jotted down the names of some restaurants and bars he recommended on a bar napkin, and then excused himself to tend to another customer who came in.
Luis said, âIt is time to ask him about Hank Howard, yes?â
âYes.â I sipped my beer. âI like this place. It seems safe and fun and neighborly. Not a place for drug dealers.â
âI agree.â
Perry headed back our way in a few minutes. âAnything else I can get for you two?â
âActually, amigo , we have a question for you.â
âShoot.â
âThe man who was shot and killed nearby recently. He was in here?â
Perry backed away from us and stiffened. âWho are you?â
Luis and I both pulled out our Asta Investigations business cards and handed them over to Perry. âPIs?â he read. âDDS? Youâre a dentist for a P.I. firm? What the hell?â He tossed the cards aside.
âLuis is a detective. I work for the agency as a partner. Itâs just starting up in New York. Iâm not a dentist. I, um, dumpster dive, as needed.â
He stared at me like I was a lunatic, then shifted over to Luis. âWhy are you asking about Hank? Why are you investigating this?â
âWe only want to know if maybe there are friends of his that come here, that we could talk to. We donât want to get anyone in trouble. We just need to find out some information.â
Perry shook his head. âSome information? The police are all over this thing. Why donât you talk to them?â
âPerry.â I reached out my hand across the bar as though I was going to hold his, but of course, that wasnât going to happen, so I pulled it back. âThe gun used in the
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