Bud entered the liquor store. There was another person standing at the counter. All he saw was the back of him. The man was well groomed from what he could see from the combed hair and neatly trimmed nails of the hand were resting on the counter. He wore a dark blue suit that screamed tailor-made. Bud stepped forward to look at the face. He noted something else. There was something about the air around him, spoke that he was a man who used to playing not by the rules. His silent investigation was out short by the storekeeper coming back.

“Here’s the gin you order,” Ed, said the storekeeper. As he placed the case in front of Ed. “I put on the tab. Here you go.”

“Thanks, Nick,” replied Ed. Then turned to face Bud. “Hello, Officer.”

“How do you know that I’m a police officer?” asked Bud.

“I just do,” replied Ed. Who picks up the case and leaves.