I trod on Davis’s foot.
He grunted, then said, “Any poker going on tonight? My pal’s anxious to lose his roll.”
Sansotta looked me over, and then looked at Davis. He raised his eyebrows.
Davis nodded. “He’s okay.”
“He can go up. They’re playing in room 5.”
“Thanks,” I said, finishing my drink. “Coming?” I said to Davis.
He shook his head. “I’ll stick around for a drink or two, then beat it. You can get a taxi back.”
“Okay,” I said, and started up the stairs.
Half-way up, I glanced back, paused.
Flaggerty appeared in the main doorway. He was still wearing his green gaberdine suit, and a cigar burned unevenly between his teeth. He was scowling as he joined Davis at the bar.