Jake removed his hand from the table top. Lifted up his coffee cup and saucer so she could make a good job of it. “Hey Vanity, good to see you looking so well. But keep it quiet, or you’ll blow my cover, ok?”
Vanity brushed a hand down the front of her uniform. Imaginary piece of fluff, but enough to let him see she had a couple of points in there. Good enough for TV exposure. “Sure, just give me a yell when the action starts. You want coffee?”
Jake yawned. “Yeah, I’ll sit over there by the window.” He waved a lazy hand at the counter. “And one of your cookies.”
Vanity beamed. “You got it. Be right over.”
Jake settled down to another long day Fargo watching. Just a few more days before the big game on Saturday. He and Anna were rotating shifts. During the day he’d watch the bank while she hung out with the Bees fans, see if she could find someone knowing Emmy.
Then they’d have a quick evening meal and break, and change back into their Agency clothes, Mickey Mouse tie and all being reinstated. The undressing, that is Anna in her underwear, tended to delay the dressing back up, so they typically met up with the nine o’clock crowd in the bars. Later was ok, safety in numbers. And they could recognize the cop and Sammy.
He glanced up from his paper. The girl was looking through the window at him. Then she turned away, and crossed the street. He was shocked. For a moment he thought it was Emmy, but maybe not. Face different, nose a bit bruised but small, not Emmy’s hairstyle. As she turned he saw a tattoo on her shoulder just like Emmy had, but it wasn’t a butterfly he was sure of that. But he had to make certain, and he got up and rushed to the door. Too late, he saw her getting into a cab and was gone. Vanity hurried across, dabbing on face powder. “Hey, we getting the hit now?” she asked. “My lipstick look ok?”
He called Anna. “You know how a woman thinks and acts. I need your help, I may have seen Emmy.”
Anna was in one of her more playful moods. Stringing him along. “You want help huh? Well this woman wants lunch someplace better than the likes of Joe’s Joint, ok?”
He rifled through his pockets. There was a couple hundred left. “Yeah, ok. You want I pay?”
“You sure catch on real quick, DD.”
Jake smiled to himself. The girl was smart; she’d keep him on his toes. “Meet up at the Mall, ok?” He left five bucks for Vanity.
“Okay, what we got?” recapped Jake. If, and it’s a big if, it was Emmy I saw, then you’re telling me she had a nose job, changed her hair style and over-wrote her tattoo with something bigger than a butterfly. That logical to you?” He began to saw at his T-bone. Rare with nacho fries.
“Jake, seemed like Emmy wanted a new life.” She shrugged. “It’s possible. Maybe that’s why she’s blackmailing BG. Needs the money to pay for it all.” She sipped the house white.
Jake gave her an enquiring look. “Would you do all that?”
She laughed. “I might, if you pissed me off enough.”
He chewed on a piece of steak while he thought about it. “You could be right on the ball there, she was pissed off with me; maybe BG also pissed her off, somehow. Maybe he wasn’t telling us what really happened up there in Stockton.”
She gestured impatiently. “Jake we been through all that. What matters now is that she surfaced, if it was her.”
He forked a few French fries and stuffed them in his mouth. Chewed them down a bit so he could talk. “Yeah, so what. She’s got to get supplies in sometime.”
She emptied her glass and pushed her plate to one side, tuna salad half-eaten. “Jake, it could also mean that something rattled her. Maybe she didn’t get BG’s money, who knows? But one thing’s clear. We got to talk with BG. See if she’s been in contact.”
“BG isn’t around, sorry, you wanna leave a message?” Arnie shrugged his shoulders. He recognized Anna. Staring at her big bazookas. “You the one see him before?”
Anna nodded. “You know where he is?”
Arnie seemed eager to impress. “Said he was going to the bank. Get some dough. Didn’t know when he’d be back.”
Jake interrupted the happy twosome. “He not training today, then?”
Arnie’s gaze wandered off Anna. He looked up. “New coach gave them most of the day off. Some physco-babble about body and mind being in harmony before the big game Saturday.”
“Yeah, Coach Mason got fired. We now got Coach Abel Kane. Apparently he’s big time.”