“Yeah, I guess we did,” she conceded. Forty years was too long to hold a grudge against him. They’d run together long enough, and the only real crime Whistler committed was taking up with the next nearest girl. What a dumb-ass.

She wrinkled her nose. “Me especially. And that's before I started chasing skirts.”

She stubbed her cigarette out.

“Listen.” Maddy glanced over her shoulder, not looking for anyone in particular so much as getting a general feel for the place and who was in it. “I wasn’t kidding when I said the big dogs are in town. Biggest. So far they’re just feeling things out, I think, seeing who shows up and who does what. But for god’s sake, watch where you’re sniffing!”