Thanks for taking care of my brother. Edward
Was he mocking him or sincere? Jack couldn't tell. Despite his frustration he resisted the urge to ball up the note and fling it across the room. Instead he refolded it and put it back in the envelope.
"Y'know," Julio said. "I think Barney recognized him. I think I hear him say something like, 'My-my-my, look who's here.' Or son'thing like that."
"Barney?" Jack scanned the room. He usually hung at the bar with Lou. "Where is he?"
"Working. Night shift this week. He be back in the morning."
"Then so will I." Jack shoved the remains of the sub into his mouth, washed it down with the rest of the beer, then rose.
"Gotta run. Don't let Barney leave before I get here tomorrow. Feed him, buy him drinks on me, whatever you have to do to keep him here till I arrive."
Jack headed for the street. Time to dig again. He felt a certain amount of satisfaction. Two more questions left: Was Tara Portman truly buried beneath Menelaus Manor, and who had hired him to watch Eli Bellitto? By this time tomorrow he expected to know the answers to both.