Having Ginger on your arm came at a price, and so far Tony hadn't been forthcoming. So when they walked into the bar, Ginger avoided the booths that were tucked away in out of view nooks and crannies and sat at the long mahogany effect bar instead. The bar wasn't the glitz and pizazz that Ginger's Vegas usually offered, she was staying off her ( Read more... )

There was no easy way of doing this, Tess mused as she started to carefully zip up her clothes in the suit carriers. Most people leaving in the dead of the night, would hurriedly throw their belongings into a suitcase or bag, but Tess was painstakingly layering tissue paper between the garments. She had time to kill, at least an hour, before ( Read more... )

Why were phone booths always so damn awkward? Ginger had enough to worry about, keeping her eyes peeled up and down the street for anyone watching her, without having the extra hassle of trying to balance her purse on top of the phone as she rifled through it for change and Lester's phone number. Even if she still had her cellphone, which she didn ( Read more... )

It's the morning after the rain, and the air smells damp and thick. Puffs of steam slip up from the grates in the streets, twirling around like little angels and then dissipating into the air, only serving to accentuate the overcast atmosphere.

Verbal sits alone at one of the tables outside a cafe, sipping his coffee (black, only the real stuff) ( Read more... )

Although Danny knew The Tangiers well enough, this was still Ginger's territory. Quite literally, in fact. As they entered, Ginger was still as close, overt and forthcoming as she had been across the road at the Grand. This surprised Danny, if he was honest, but guessed her relationship with her husband, who would no doubt be alerted to their ( Read more... )