“Sure, Jake. What brings you down here?”
“That guy staying at Lucy’s, one with the DRAGONS jacket? Decked my ass for no reason.” Jake lit up, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke out his nose.
“Hmmm. Must have been a love tap, otherwise you’d be in the meat wagon. He’s a rough customer.”
“What’re you going to do about it?”
“I’ll swing by. Talk to him.”
“He should be locked up.”
“No evidence. You provoke that boy, Jake?”
“You on his side?”
“Hardly. There’s a serpent strangling a stallion tattooed on his arm.