Stiletto [antikvár]

ONEIt was after ten o'clock and there were only three men at the bar and one man at a table in the rear when the hustler came in. A blast of the cold night air came in with her.She climbed up on a stool and let her thin winter coat fall from her shoulders. 'Gimme a beer,' she said.Silently the bartender drew a glass of beer and placed it in front of her. He picked up the quarter and rang it up.*Any action tonight, Jimmy?' she asked, her eyes searching the men at the bar for a response to her question.The bartender shook his head. 'Not tonight, Maria. It's Sunday night and all the touristas are home in their beds.' He walked away and began to polish some glasses under the bar. He watched her sip at her beer. Maria.