"Listen, bitch, meet me in the alley next to the Fais Do Do on Bourbon. we have some unfinished business." a familiar voice grated into the phone.<br/><br/>"Danny. go screw yourself." Tara said, turning her back to the guests who still lingered in the lobby.<br/><br/>"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." he threatened.<br/><br/>Tara knew the hard way was him showing up here, at the Ursaline.<br/><br/>"I'll be there in a few. I have to lock up." she sighed.<br/><br/>He hung up.<br/><br/>Turning back to the guests, she smiled and continued with closing procedures.When they had all either gone out into the night or back to their rooms, Tara turned out the lobby lights and went out narrow french doors where she locked that with a long skeleton key.<br/><br/>At the alley next to the Fais Do Do, she glanced around and then stepped around the corner. Danny was waiting. leaning against the brick wall.<br/><br/>"What do you want? I have things to do." Tara snapped.<br/><br/>"What information did you gather tonight?" he asked, cutting to the chase.<br/><br/>"The cop and one of our guests are both from Chicago. One little granny has blue hair and one of our guest is a card sharp who won the pot. Now, I'm going." Tara turned to go. He put his hand on her arm.<br/><br/>"Is that all?" he snarled.<br/><br/>Tara stared him down, glaring at where he held her. Finally, he dropped his hand as if she were a bit of nasty trash.<br/><br/>"You are a worthless bitch." he flung at her.<br/><br/>"Maybe, but I'm not your bitch."<br/><br/>and she stepped back into the party life on Bourbon Street