Two-Deck Bryant turned his head slowly. His cold eyes studied the tall redhead without a flicker of recognition. He said, “You’re one up on me,” in a mellow, reflective voice.
Shayne grinned. “Last time we met you were dealing seconds in Harry’s Casino at Atlantic Beach.”
A frown ruffled the gambler’s smooth brow. He mused, “That would be eight years ago.”
Shayne nodded. “I was with World-Wide.”
Bryant said, negligently, “Don’t expect me to remember every two-bit dick I run across.”
The hollows in Shayne’s cheeks deepened. “What are you doing out here?”
“Lucius Beebe and me, we’re hell on drama,” Bryant replied.
“No hard feelings.” Shayne shrugged. “I’m not working.”
Bryant’s brow smoothed. “Not that I’m hot, Shamus.”
“Glad to hear it,” Shayne told him. “I was afraid my vacation was going to be spoiled.” He turned to look for Phyllis.