onto a spacious, dimly lit room.
Gatesman stood in the doorway, surrounded by morning light as he surveyed the room. He finally located the owner, a thin, once-pretty woman named Bonnie, alone at one of the two booths overlooking the three pool tables. A newspaper lay spread out before her on the table, a mug of coffee near her right hand. A push broom leaned against the corner of the nearest pool table, the blue plastic dustpan balanced on the edge of the table.
She had looked up from the newspaper but said nothing when the front door swung open and Gatesman stepped inside. Now she watched him find her in the empty room, watched a smile form on his mouth when he saw her smiling across the room at him. He crossed to her and sat facing her and clasped his hands atop the small table. She continued to look at him and smile. Finally he nodded toward the paper spread open before her and asked, âAny interesting news this morning?â
âThere is,â she told him. âApparently hell has frozen over.â
He reached out and put a hand atop hers and squeezed her fingers. Her hand was rough but warm. âHow have you been, Bonnie?â
She turned her hand against his and returned the squeeze. âOlder by a decade,â she said. âAnd you?â
âPretty much the same. But it hasnât been that long since Iâve seen you.â
âOh, youâve seen me,â she said, âand Iâve seen you seeing me. But this is the first time in ten years youâve come close enough to say hello.â
After a few seconds he withdrew his hand. His gaze shifted away from her momentarily, and when it returned, she saw that something had shifted in his eyes and that his smile had become tired at one corner.
âSo this is a business call,â she said. She sipped her coffee and watched him.
He asked, âHas Denny Rankin been in here lately?â
âWhat do you mean by lately? Past week or so?â
âLast night or the night before.â
âNot to my knowledge,â she said. âBut I only spend my days here now. Judy and Joanne will show up in about an hour. You want some coffee?â
âIâd love some, but no. Iâve got this little hypertension thing I need to watch out for. Who are Judy and Joanne?â
âMy bartenders. Twins. Judyâs a redhead and Joanneâs a bottle-blonde.â
âThat should be good for business,â he said.
âAnd Iâll tell you what else. Those two can defuse an argument faster and with far less blood than a SWAT team. Theyâve been working here not quite a year, and what a godsend theyâve been.â
âIâve always heard that women make the best bartenders.â
âThe best everything,â she said. âNow about that blood pressure of yours. I was just reading in here about how important it is for men your age to have a good love life.â
âShow me that,â he said. âIâd like to read it.â
She smiled. The steadiness of her gaze made him look away for a moment. âTen years,â she said. âI can still remember it like yesterday. Do you?â
He leaned away from the table and looked at the ceiling. âTell you what,â he said. âHow about we donât go there right now, okay?â
âNot now or not ever?â
âBonnie, please.â
âSo youâre still not over it yet,â she said.
âAre you?â
âI mean the guilt. Thatâs the one thing I never felt. You still dragging that little red wagon around with you everywhere you go?â
âIâve got a child turned up missing yesterday. Thatâs what I need to concentrate on right now.â
âDenny Rankinâs little boy?â
âThatâs the one.â
âMissing how?â she asked. âLike abducted?â
âJust not at home, thatâs all we know. Iâm betting heâs off with his dad