Part 2 of 9 - The Mysterious Man

I keep my head down, brim of my fedora covering my face as I stride in.  He'll be at the end of the bar, like he always is, and I don't want him to see me.  Not crowded.  Kitchen staff gone.  Good.  Just me, him, the bartender, and a dame in the corner.  She's looking at me like she knows me, or at least like she might.  Maybe she's just expecting someone, because I don't know her.  That would be disastrous if she did know me.  I put her out of my mind.