Another Good Kish Sequence

There's very little I enjoy about finishing this damned book...but this passage made me feel like I'm doing something worth the aggravation

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Sweat covered his neck.  The back of his shirt collar was we and formless.  It stuck to his body, almost as an afterthought.  He gripped his rocks glass in one hand, a nub of a cigarette still burned in the other.  He looked like his grandfather, bent over at the bar and serious as hell.

“Heard from her?” Jimmy asked.

“No.  You?”

“Nope.”