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Mac’s lips twitched “Pretty damn fine, huh?”

“Finer than that whiskey you’re about to order That’s for damned sure”

“Scotch on the rocks,” Mac said, grinning “Make it a double and put it on my buddy’s tab”

“He doesn’t have a tab now, sir,” the bartender said

“What do you mean, I don’t have a tab?” Nicholas stared at the bartender and noted his Northern accent The guy who’d called the room had a thick Louisiana dialect “You didn’t call my room Did you?”

“No When you left with the lady, I closed out your tab It happens all the time No problems here”

Nicholas glanced at Mac and Mac shrugged “Don’t look at me I was just in the area”

“You’ll probably think twice before you tail ain”

“Oh I don’t know,” Mac drawled “This could’ve gone either way and considering the ht—”

“Yeah, I know” Nicholas cut him off and motioned for the bartender “I have a few questions for you”

“Certainly, sir”

Nicholas thren his credit card “Start another tab And get neck Then co to pay for information”

Ten minutes later, they were tossed out—literally—by the seats of their pants

Mac groaned but somehow scrambled to his feet first “Seems the little woman has better friends than we do”

“Or ed his hand down his face and searched the parking lot “Think there’s any reason to return to the room?”