INT. - McGINTY'S PINT - AFTERNOON

Their next destination took them only a few blocks from Freddy's, though McGinty's Pint wasn't much more to look at. Gerri again let Foster lead, but when he didn't wait for her this time, she hurried to catch up, stopping at the bar while the big FBI agent leaned over a stool and rested his elbows on the wood, grinning at the young man nursing a half-empty beer.

"Hello, Connell," Foster said. "What brings you to the West ...