Kyle hoped that Cohen would still be in his usual haunt on a Sunday. He'd only ever visited before on weekdays. Inside The Pig and Whistle, the atmosphere was more hustling than he'd ever seen it, with a couple dozen men drinking and playing darts and billiards. No doubt mostly off duty cops.
He spotted Cohen lurking in his usual spot, so hustled over to the bar to put his order in. Walking over to Cohen's booth, he noticed there was only one empty glass. He'd either just arrived, or Quark had recently cleaned up the empties.
"Hey, King." He set the two beers down in front of Cohen and took a seat. "We have a few more questions for you."
Cohen smiled and drew the glasses close. "Well, I don't know," he said airily. "Things are so busy, I just don't know if I have the time…"
As though he did anything other than write in his memoirs and let people buy him drinks.
