Jake Randolph in "The Naked Beat" Pt. 32

She crossed over to the bar without even removing her coat.

"Jake! Have you lost your mind? Put him down!" she yelled at me.

"Stay out of this, Rebecca," I said, regretting now ever agreeing to help her with her stupid Beatnik story.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked with so much indignation it filled up the entire café. By this time everyone in the joint had turned their attention to the bar. So much for subtlety.

"Where, Alex? Or do we continue this conversation out back...in private?"

"Chinatown!" he screamed at me loud enough to shatter the shot glasses.