"I'm fine," I said, putting on a smile for her. "My ghost isn't here yet."

The movie screen flickered to life with 'The Planet of the Apes' as the band fired up.

"What time is your friend supposed to be here?"

"Any time now."

She nodded to the rhythm of the music. "What's the name of this band?"

"Propain, I think."

"I'll be back in a little bit," she said, kissing me on the cheek before disappearing into the crowded dance floor.

Martin came in minutes later. This time he wore a pale grey golf shirt with black slacks and wingtips. "You're early," I said as he sat down.

"I had less trouble getting in this time," he said looking around. I could tell he was nervous.

"Did they question you?" I asked, pushing my empty glass forward on the bar.

"Yes. Two different inspectors came by. They said there might be an investigation," he said anxiously.

"Don't worry, they always say that. If they had anything you'd be in jail by now." I could tell that comment didn't help his nerves any.

"Can I get a drink down here?" he yelled impatiently.

Henry looked annoyed as he came over. "Yeah?"

"Whiskey sour," Martin said softly. I raised my finger letting Henry know I wanted another beer. "You wouldn't believe the week I've had," he said as he watched Henry prepare his cocktail.

"You know, I just might."

"First of all I've been nervous about doing this anyway and then when it happens I've got these pesky inspectors tooling around all the time, taking samples, taking measurements, asking questions. Lots of questions," he said looking at me. "Then on top of all that, my insurance company won't pay until their inspector comes out next week."

Samples and measurements. There would be an investigation alright. It had already begun. The police must have tipped them off to seeing me leave the scene.

"Eight bucks," Henry said sternly. Martin counted off eight ones.

"And that's another thing, I lost my wallet in here last week along with all my credit cards."

"Oh yeah, I meant to tell you about that Martin." He gave a slight start when I called him by name. I pulled out his wallet and held it out in front of him.

"What the hell?"

"I found it here after you left last week. I knew I'd see you again so I kept it."

"Thanks," he said, reaching out for it.

I pulled it away just before he could touch it. "Ah, ah, ah," I said shaking my head. "I believe you owe me some money."

The realization showed on his face and he nodded solemnly as he pulled an envelope out of his front pants pocket.