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He didn't go out much anymore, but when he did, it was with two purposes in mind: one was a sale, because he was still a dealer from time to time, and second was for people watching. Tonight was a twofer. He'd done the deal in the alley behind the bar, and now he was in, at the bar, watching people. Someone had bought him a drink, because he was married and not dead, and Kavinsky had taken it and immediately moved away from the guy that did it.
Now, he was circling. He'd seen Gabriel Harkin when he'd walked in the door, but swooping in like a hawk seemed unkind. So he waited until Gabriel seemed settled, was obviously alone, and then he settled himself beside him at the bar, grinning like a fiend.
"Hey stranger," he said. "You come here often?"
Now, he was circling. He'd seen Gabriel Harkin when he'd walked in the door, but swooping in like a hawk seemed unkind. So he waited until Gabriel seemed settled, was obviously alone, and then he settled himself beside him at the bar, grinning like a fiend.
"Hey stranger," he said. "You come here often?"
