"All right," Jeri smiled, shrugging her shoulders.  "Then, um, I guess I'll see you later.  Oh," she dug in her pocket and handed him a card with her name and number on it.  Just Jeri Sauer.  No mention of Whiskey.  "Here's my number when you're ready for me."<br/><br/>She picked up her guitar case, popped a cellphone out of her pocket, flicking it open, and called her driver to pick her up.  She slipped her sunglasses and cap back on, then went out the door.  She cowered in the shadow of the building until her driver got there, then slipped into the limo quickly.  Once the car pulled into traffic, she breathed a sigh of relief.<br/>