Jack slid onto a stool. “Like anyone could tell I’m a cop. I’m not wearing a uniform.”

The man laughed. “I pegged you as soon as I saw you standing at my door.” He grabbed a couple of small bottles of club soda and handed one to Jack. “It’s on the house.”

Jack produced a five-dollar bill. “Thanks, but I’m more than happy to pay. If we get this over with before you officially open, then you don’t need to worry that anyone will see you talking to me.”

The guy nodded. “Fine. Mind going out the back when we’re done? I usually come in that way but stopped in at the pharmacy across the street.”

“I don’t mind at all.” Thanks for the invitation. That would give him a chance to look the place over on his way out. “So, what’s your name?”

The man started wiping down the bar, a predictable work habit, and right now, an obviously nervous habit. “You mean my real name?”

“That, and I’d also like your Bar Wars name.” Jack took the moment to take in the memorabilia. Huh. Interesting a place like this would be popular in Montana.

“My name’s Chet Reeves. But here, it’s Jabba the Hutt.”

Jack chuckled. “You’re kidding.”

Chet burst out laughing, and Jack joined him. The guy seemed friendly enough, and Jack hoped he could get some good intel.

“Yeah, I’m kidding. I’m Boba Fett.” Chet placed a replica of a Star Wars laser kind of gun on the counter.

Jack hated to admit he wasn’t a Star Wars geek, but he still knew a few things. He snapped his fingers repeatedly. “He’s . . . he’s . . . no, wait, let me get this one. He’s the bounty hunter.”

“And a Mandalorian.”

Whatever you say. “Should I call you Boba or Chet?”

“Take your pick.”

“Okay, um . . . Boba.” No, wait. He couldn’t have a serious conversation like this. “I mean, Chet. Who is Mark Hamill or Luke Skywalker?”

“The owner. The owner and his wife founded this place probably thirty years ago. It started out western-styled, and eventually they added more pop culture, then shifted to the Star Wars theme.”

“After that actor moved here, I’m guessing.”

“Yep.”

“And where are they now?”

“They come in now and again.”

“They own it, but they aren’t hands on when running it?”

“She is. Oh, she’s here to make sure the stuff is arranged just so. They collect all this Stars Wars stuff at shows they attend.”

“Who is she?”

“Princess Leia?”

“Um . . . yeah, who is she really?” Jack could discover that information himself, but he found this conversation fascinating and it got Chet talking.

“Mabel Porcella. Dirk is her husband.”

“Dirk, who goes by Luke here at the bar. So, is there a Darth Vader?”