Chapter 6

Two Russian men in suits are behind him: thick mustaches, bushy eyebrows, salt-and-pepper hair, both middle-aged with too many pounds around their centers. They’re speaking loudly in thick Russian. Neither Frankie nor I know what they’re saying.

“Don’t know what Peter Find wants. Maybe you’ll just have to find out.”

“It has to do with Thor, doesn’t it?”

He raises an eyebrow, questioning me. “Who’s Thor?”

“The six-plus blonde hottie who was in here the other day. He looked like Thor. His name was Waverly Yorkshire. What a charmer.”

He nods, grins. “Yeah, him. I remember now. He was flirting with you a little. You blew him off.”

“I was a gentleman, Frankie. My mother taught me to be nice.”

“Being nice isn’t going to get you a boyfriend. You should have flirted more with him. What do we have to do, hang a sign around your neck that says In Business for Love?”

I shake my head. “That’s not why I have drinks here.”

“Well, maybe it should be.”