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THE GRUNT WAS already three-quarters full, but Puller had little difficulty finding the woman She was at the bar with a drink
already in hand
Over the next hour he watched her work the roo souy who had his hand on her butt and his tongue down her throat And in a show of equality, she was returning the favor
Around ten, Puller’s gaze shifted to the front door when a group ca man dressed in what looked to Puller to be a suit that overnuard and up the stairs They passed through another door and it closed behind theuard moved his bulk back in front of the staircase
Puller assu to be allowed up
A good-looking woman passed in front of his field of vision She was dressed professionally, unlike e than the rest of the clientele He watched as she had a ith one of the bartenders and then went over and checked the till Owner or ht Puller
He checked the wo She was still lip-locked in the corner
He walked over to the bar where the woister
“Looks like you got a gold mine here,” he said
She stared up at him and smiled Then she saw his empty hands
“But you’re not contributing to the gold,” she said “Won’t you have a drink?”
“Sure I can get it from the bartender”
“No, I’ll pour it for you On the house”
“Not old in freebies”
“One good deed, you know”
She drew the pint and handed it to him
“I’m Helen, Helen Myers”
“John Puller”
“You’re a bit…”
He looked around and grinned “Older than your usual clientele”
“That’s very delicately put”
He took a sip of his beer “Is this your place?”
“What makes you say that?”
“You look like a lady in charge”
“Well, I am as a matter of fact”
“Good for you”
“How about you? What’s your line of work?”
“Uncle Sam”
“You look military What branch?”
“Army”