“You got it, then. You can pay me when you get a job. No problem. You’re in here enough and I know where you live. I think I can vouch for you.” Ralphie’s smile told Cam that he really trusted her.
“Thank you, Ralphie. I’m good for it.” Cam smiled back.
Cam sat back again. Score number one. What was the next step? Find out who was supplying? Would that lead to a break in the case?
“Then we’ll have to fix you something.” He went to the end of the bar, where it met the shelves of liquor, and knelt down as if picking up something off the floor. Cam heard a soft scraping of wood, as though someone was sliding a door back. He stood up a few moments later and returned to his spot in front of Cam. He slid a small foil packet across the bar and laid it next to her drink.
Cam looked down at the packet in surprise, then placed her hand over it before anyone could see.