Page 8 of Dirty Reads

“Two,” I said.

“And what time works for you?”

It was Wednesday night. Patel’s bar wouldn’t have fifteen people in it even if it was busy.

“Nine o’clock,” I said.

“Party of two for nine. Anything else I can do for you?”

“Table in the back? In the corner by the fireplace?”

“Consider it done.”

“Appreciate it.”

“See you at nine, Dick.”

I pressed the button and ended the call.

The look on Jess’ face when I handed her my business card told me convincing her to go to dinner would be a pretty simple task. The look in her eyes told me she was going to be an adventurous little bitch.

And the eyes never lie.