<strong>Sam Markham...Day 2</strong><br/><br/>He grinned broadly at the saucy woman leaning over the bar to speak to him directly.<br/><br/>He looked her in the eye and said with all seriousness, “Yeah..you got it right...about the gun...it does compensate...for the distance between me and the fugitive I’m shooting at.”<br/><br/>He maintained eye contact with her as he drank some more of his beer.  He was curious to see if she responded to his rebuttal with a flip response.<br/><br/>“So Miss Irene where do we go to discuss financial matters?  How much you do will have more to do with you than with me.  I’m paying for your time not your servitude.  Can you get me another beer, please?  This ain’t too bad I have to say.”<br/><br/>He liked her shape and her banter, but he wondered why a woman like her would be working in a place like this.  He’d read the file about her husband’s unsolved death and how she’d pushed to have his killer...killers..brought to justice without any success.  He’d even heard the chatter that she might have done it.  Having met her he didn’t currently hold to that view, but first impressions can be wrong.  As he waited for his beer he sized up his companions at the bar and was relieved that none were of interest to him but Irene.