The man in the brown suit was looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. The reflection seemed to interest him even more deeply than the drink between his hands. He was paying only perfunctory attention to Lyman’s attempts at conversation. This had been going on for perhaps fifteen minutes before he finally lifted his glass and took a deep swallow. “Don’t look now,” Lyman said. The brown man slid his eyes sidewise toward Lyman; tilted his glass higher, and took another swig. Ice-cubes slip