There may be more constructive ways to spend a Tuesday afternoon, but drinking cool ones at the Double L Lounge was working out pretty good so far. I'd been there for almost three hours, drinking the usual, and mixing in the occasional shots and shooters. Seeing as how I was pondering the Dale Jr/Victoria Lane case, I consider this billable hours.

"Hanner?"

I turned in my chair, "Wha..."

"Mike Hanner, what are you doing in here?"

My eyes were focusing now. "Traci? Traci, with an i?"

She laughed a little. "Traci with an i. You remembered."

I told her, "Of course I remember. Who could forget?"

And that was no lie. Those Caribbean blue eyes were rather unforgettable. She was standing too close, wearing a bikini top and some kind of something wrapped around her waist. I