A sec was fifteen minutes, but she did come out, and when she did, Marge gave her a cup of coffee. “Drink.”

Crystal obliged. Her voice was shaky. “You can’t tell my boss…about the drinks.” She rubbed her eyes with her right fist. “If he finds out, I’ll get fired.”

“For comping a few drinks?” Oliver asked her.

“It wasn’t like…the first time.” Another sip of coffee. “It’s not like it’s such a big deal. Jeez, they dilute the shit anyway. I’m mostly comping them water.”

“You’re a good friend,” Marge said.

Crystal’s eyes swelled with tears. “I wasn’t expecting her last night. She just popped in, but I shouldna been surprised. She does that a lot when Garth isn’t around.”

“Does what?” Marge asked.

Crystal appeared to be deep in thought. “When he’s gone, she gets lonely. She likes a little fix of company. She usually doesn’t come to Garage because it’s expensive—the bar is. But she knew I was working and she knew I’d give her a break.”

“Do you know the guy she was flirting with?”

“Don’t recall knowing him,” Crystal said. “He’s not a regular.”

“Did you get a name?”

She thought hard. “I mighta heard someone calling him Farley.”

“Is that a first or last name?”

She shrugged.

“What does he look like?” Oliver asked.

“I dunno. Medium height, medium weight…real big shoulders.”

“Good-looking?” Marge asked.

“Not too bad.”

“Kind of a hunk?”

“More like the Hulk…’cause of his shoulders.”

Marge nodded. Sela Graydon said that Crystal had referred to him as a hunk. Maybe she misheard “hunk” for “Hulk.” Or maybe Crystal had reassessed in the light of day. “Were the two of them hitting it off?”

Crystal took another sip of coffee. “Maybe he thought so. Adrianna wasn’t serious about a hookup that night. She had to work.”

“What time did she leave Garage?”

“Around ten.”

Oliver said, “Did Farley seem pissed off when she got up to leave?”

“I don’t know if that’s his name, Detective.”

“We’ll just call him that for right now. Did he seem angry when she left the bar?”

“Not at all. I think they mighta even shook hands.”

“Could they have planned to meet up later, after Adrianna’s shift?”

“Don’t know.” She finished her coffee. “She left and he moved on to other women. He mighta even left with one. And even when Adrianna takes it to the next level, it’s not serious. She’s really into Garth.”

“What’s the next level?”

A big sigh. “It’s not serious with Adrianna, not in her mind at least, but you know how it is. Love the one you’re with. Garth is gone a lot.”

“I’ve heard mixed reviews about her boyfriend,” Oliver told her.

“He’s real cute and he knows it. He takes advantage of her.”