Up the Creek Raw Bar was uncrowded. Perfect, he thought. I should get the call soon, he thought. Tremain and Carling, in custody. Claussen forced himself to act as if unconcerned, here to enjoy the house specialty.
He discovered a fondness for fresh-from-the-boat oysters. Sitting at the raw bar, he sprinkled hot sauce on his order, only a dash. "I’m saving this one for last,” he said to the woman behind the bar. “It's the crown jewel of the dozen," he said, tipping it to his mouth, swallowing the treat.
She smiled. "I picked it out special for you."
He knew she said that to all the customers, working tips.
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