I head back to the bar to speak my friend. After witnessing That guy take his own life has me curious as to what she knows. Who is this cheesy mob guy and why would someone kill them self rather than give me information?

“Knock Knock.” I say as I step into the bar.

She says that I owe her for the mess that I made. I tell her that It’s not my fault that one of her drunks decided to attack me.

“Of course it’s your fault. You know that P.I.s are hated as much as cops around here.”

“Send me the bill. I didn’t come back for small talk. Why would someone kill them self instead of give me info on this guy?”

“What makes you think that I know?”

“Cuz I know you. You make it your business to know things like this.”

She gives me this look that is a mixture of frustration and fear. What is it that she isn’t telling me. I’ve known her for a while now and I don’t wanna pull out all the stops to get her to talk but I have a job to do.

“Tif….” I begin to speak and I’m staring down the barrel of a forty five.

“You know better that to speak my name. I have killed for less than that.”

“I want answers.” I could easily disarm her but she is a friend of mine.

“Lets go to the back.”

“No. Last time we did that, I was attacked so….”

The look in her eyes now tells me that I better just go. The bar is empty and destroyed. The cops will probably be here soon to question what happened. I guess the back is the best option.

In the back she pulls me into the room and shoves me hard against the wall. It gives way and I fall hard on my head. She yanks me up and pushes me aside. I ask her if she is concerned about the bar not being watched. She assures me that it is watched and I stop myself from questioning her.

“In here we cant be heard. But any eavesdroppers probably caught enough of the conversation for me to get in enough trouble. So you better find this guy and do whatever it is that you need to do.”

“Hey I just need to locate him. Nothing else.”

“Its gonna be more than that. Believe me. All I am going to tell you is the location of a guy who will give you more info.”

She flips a light switch and I see that we are in a room that has several computers and weapons on the walls. Along with each weapon is a picture. I want to ask about them but decide that its not important. The room itself leaves many questions and they have nothing to do with what my job so I leave it in the back of my mind. I watch her pull open a drawer and hand me a name and a number.

I thank her and start to leave. She says that I may not want to thank her when I find who I am looking for.

“By the way,” she says “The guy you are about to call, is probably expecting you.”

And with that said she pushes me out of the room and shuts the door.