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the end of the bar where a man sat cracking peanut shells with his teeth.
There was something oddly familiar about the guy, but Mike couldn't quite place him.
Mildly frustrated, he ordered a bottle of beer, then spotted an empty table way in the back.
Thomas reached Peanut guy and smacked him on the side of the head before settling on the barstool beside him. The guy looked up and shot Thomas a scowl, stopping Mike dead in his tracks. No goddamn way ... Jimmy Montgomery?
Regaining his composure, Mike swiped his beer off the bar and continued on to the empty table just behind and to the right of them. He took a swig of his beer and leaned forward in an effort to hear their conversation.
"...don't give a damn what they said, you tell them they have until Friday or ... what kind of shit are they trying to pull? The price is non-fucking-negotiable."
Okay, so nothing would be happening until next Friday. In the meantime, Mike wasn't sure what to do about Jimmy. If he confronted him, and Jimmy mentioned the exchange to Thomas, there was a small chance Thomas would do a background check on Mike and discover he's a cop. Which would be reason enough for the scumbag to pull up stakes and move on to the next city or state.
Mike turned his head as Thomas passed by on his way out. Torn, he stared at Jimmy's back, wanting nothing more than to confront the bastard. With a heavy sigh, he got up and followed Thomas.
Mike watched until the ugly yellow truck pulled out onto the street before hopping in his own truck to follow. When Thomas turned into the parking lot of his apartment complex, Mike kept on driving, relieved.
He'd decided to confront Jimmy after all.
Ten minutes later, Mike walked back into T&R's Place.
He felt a moment's hesitation. In his present frame of mind, he was liable to beat the son-of-a-bitch to death if he confirmed Mike's suspicions. Jimmy and his worthless sister had sabotaged Mike and Sara's relationship for their own selfish reasons. And there was a good chance they'd drugged Sara to do it. For that alone he could kill them both with his bare hands.
Mike motioned to the bartender for another beer, then made his way to the end of the bar and sat on the stool next to Jimmy. Mike was amazed by how badly he'd aged. His hair had thinned considerably, and he'd built up quite a beer gut, making him look ten years older than he was.
When Jimmy realized someone had taken the stool next to him, he glanced over and did an amusing double take, his eyes wide with apprehension. “Andrews? That you?"
Mike took a swig of his beer and set the bottle down on the bar. He turned and fixed Jimmy with a look meant to shrivel his nuts. “You remember me. I'm touched."
Jimmy's eyes darted around the bar, as if searching for allies in case things got ugly. Nobody was paying them the slightest bit of attention. His hand shook as he took a sip of his beer. “So, uh, what brings you back to Green Bay? I heard you moved away years ago."
"Yeah, I did. Eight years ago, to be exact. Come to think of it,” Mike swiveled in his seat, his left hand braced on his thigh, his right hand curled around his beer, “I left town the same day your sister showed me a videotape of you in bed with my girlfriend."
Jimmy looked as if he were about to have an apoplexy attack. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times before making a feeble attempt to laugh it off. “Man, I told you then, and I'll tell you now, I got no idea what you're talking about.” He took another sip of his beer.
Mike noticed Jimmy's hand had started to tremble violently. “No, huh? Well, that's a shame. A real shame."
Jimmy eyed him suspiciously. “W-why is that?"
"Because it means I'm going to have to drag your sorry ass out to the parking lot and beat you until your memory returns."
Jimmy swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down convulsively. His eyes circled the room again, then eyed the exit door not five feet behind them.
Mike smiled.
"Holy
There was something oddly familiar about the guy, but Mike couldn't quite place him.
Mildly frustrated, he ordered a bottle of beer, then spotted an empty table way in the back.
Thomas reached Peanut guy and smacked him on the side of the head before settling on the barstool beside him. The guy looked up and shot Thomas a scowl, stopping Mike dead in his tracks. No goddamn way ... Jimmy Montgomery?
Regaining his composure, Mike swiped his beer off the bar and continued on to the empty table just behind and to the right of them. He took a swig of his beer and leaned forward in an effort to hear their conversation.
"...don't give a damn what they said, you tell them they have until Friday or ... what kind of shit are they trying to pull? The price is non-fucking-negotiable."
Okay, so nothing would be happening until next Friday. In the meantime, Mike wasn't sure what to do about Jimmy. If he confronted him, and Jimmy mentioned the exchange to Thomas, there was a small chance Thomas would do a background check on Mike and discover he's a cop. Which would be reason enough for the scumbag to pull up stakes and move on to the next city or state.
Mike turned his head as Thomas passed by on his way out. Torn, he stared at Jimmy's back, wanting nothing more than to confront the bastard. With a heavy sigh, he got up and followed Thomas.
Mike watched until the ugly yellow truck pulled out onto the street before hopping in his own truck to follow. When Thomas turned into the parking lot of his apartment complex, Mike kept on driving, relieved.
He'd decided to confront Jimmy after all.
Ten minutes later, Mike walked back into T&R's Place.
He felt a moment's hesitation. In his present frame of mind, he was liable to beat the son-of-a-bitch to death if he confirmed Mike's suspicions. Jimmy and his worthless sister had sabotaged Mike and Sara's relationship for their own selfish reasons. And there was a good chance they'd drugged Sara to do it. For that alone he could kill them both with his bare hands.
Mike motioned to the bartender for another beer, then made his way to the end of the bar and sat on the stool next to Jimmy. Mike was amazed by how badly he'd aged. His hair had thinned considerably, and he'd built up quite a beer gut, making him look ten years older than he was.
When Jimmy realized someone had taken the stool next to him, he glanced over and did an amusing double take, his eyes wide with apprehension. “Andrews? That you?"
Mike took a swig of his beer and set the bottle down on the bar. He turned and fixed Jimmy with a look meant to shrivel his nuts. “You remember me. I'm touched."
Jimmy's eyes darted around the bar, as if searching for allies in case things got ugly. Nobody was paying them the slightest bit of attention. His hand shook as he took a sip of his beer. “So, uh, what brings you back to Green Bay? I heard you moved away years ago."
"Yeah, I did. Eight years ago, to be exact. Come to think of it,” Mike swiveled in his seat, his left hand braced on his thigh, his right hand curled around his beer, “I left town the same day your sister showed me a videotape of you in bed with my girlfriend."
Jimmy looked as if he were about to have an apoplexy attack. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times before making a feeble attempt to laugh it off. “Man, I told you then, and I'll tell you now, I got no idea what you're talking about.” He took another sip of his beer.
Mike noticed Jimmy's hand had started to tremble violently. “No, huh? Well, that's a shame. A real shame."
Jimmy eyed him suspiciously. “W-why is that?"
"Because it means I'm going to have to drag your sorry ass out to the parking lot and beat you until your memory returns."
Jimmy swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down convulsively. His eyes circled the room again, then eyed the exit door not five feet behind them.
Mike smiled.
"Holy
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