Striker must have a bladder the size of an Olympic swimming pool because he never got up from the booth. I told Tiffany to wait in the car. I bummed a dime from her and went to the payphone on the corner. I called the bar & grill and told Smiley I wanted to speak to Harrigan but not to say my name.
I heard Smiley yell, “Call for Detective Harrigan!”
After a few moments Harrigan’s gruff voice appeared on the other end.
“Yeah? Who is this?” he asked with irritation.
“It’s Jake. Don’t say my name out loud, okay?”