Conroy walked into the bar.  It was dark, there was a man at the
piano, and nobody seemed to be happy, just like usual.  She picked a
stool and nodded to the bartender. "Hiya, Garay."

"Good afternoon, Miss Conroy.  The usual?" asked Garay as he rinsed
out shot glasses.

"That will be fine, thanks.  Just put it on my tab," she joked. "Is
Duez around?"

Garay half turned towards the camera that looked over the bar and
touched the earphone he was wearing.  After a second he nodded, "Yeah,
he's upstairs."

"Thanks, Garay, you're a dear." She laughed and Garay blushed.
Neither of them noticed the man in the grey trench coat that walked in
the door and over to the pay phone.  Garay handed Conroy her water on
the rocks, and she went over to the piano player. "Hiya Fingas!"

"Hello Miss Conroy," Fingas said as he looked up and slowed the
tempo. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah.  Do you know how much I've missed you?"

"No, but if you hum a few bars..."

She hummed a few bars then headed up the carpeted staircase in the
corner opposite the door.

Horatio checked his fake moustache and hung up the phone.  He went
over to the bar.  Sitting down on the same stool Conroy had used, he
watched Conroy's legs disappear up the stairs, then asked Garay, "Who
was that angel?"

"Oh, Miss Conroy?" Garay looked a bit suspicious.  He glanced toward
the video camera.

Horatio already had the name, so that didn't help.  He tried to think
of something subtle, but failed. "Whoa, she's a dream.  I don't
supposed you could give me her phone number." He pretended to himself
that he was just pretending to be interested in her.

"No, I don't suppose I could.  Did you want to order something?"

"Got milk?" asked Horatio.  Garay frowned and poured him a glass of
milk.  Neither of them noticed the man in the grey trench coat that
walked in the door and over to the pay phone.  Horatio got the hint
and left Garay alone.  He walked over to Fingas at the piano.

"I don't even know," said Fingas, anticipating the question.

Horatio didn't want to blow his cover quite yet, and didn't realize
that he already had.  He tried to change the subject by making a
request. "Do you know `How Much I've Missed You'?"

"Yeah, but I just played it, and I'm not playing it again."

"You played it for her, you can play it for me.  Play it Sam."

Upstairs Conroy walked through the velvet curtains into Duez's
office.  Duez sat behind a giant mahogany desk with his feet up and a
nice cigar in his hand.

"It seems that someone downstairs was quite taken by you," he said
with a raised eyebrow as he turned the monitor so that she could see
it better.  The black and white screen showed Horatio standing by the
piano drinking his milk.

Conroy sat down and took a closer look. "What's he doing here?!"

"Ah." Duez smiled. "I could tell he was a liar when he said you were
an angel," he teased.  She scowled at him.  He smiled and continued,
"So you know him, then."

"He's a P.I. I hired to get some things from Zander.  Seems he made up
his own assignment.  Anyway, I was hoping you could tell me who did
the job, so I wouldn't need these amateurs." She leaned back at her
chair and looked at Duez.

"Did what job?" Duez was honestly confused.

"Oh, come on now, I know you're running things in Green Hill."

"No, really, what are you talking about?"

"Look, I don't know why you might have killed Zander, and I don't
really care," she said, obviously losing her patience, "But he had
something of mine, and I need it back.  If you've got his briefcase,
we can deal - otherwise I'd like to know who it was so I can pay him
or her a visit."

Duez looked genuinely distraught. "Zander's dead?  Oh my." He paled.

Downstairs Meidan checked his fake moustache and hung up the phone.
He walked up to the bar, ordered a shot of whiskey, a second and a
third.  He kept one eye on Horatio and one on the bartender.  Horatio
strolled back to the bar and ordered another milk.  None of them
noticed the woman in the grey trench coat who walked in the door and
over to the pay phone.

Upstairs Conroy asked Duez, "You didn't know?" She only half believed
him, but it was bad news.  If Duez couldn't help her and Hunter was
following her instead of doing his job, things were going to be a lot
more difficult than she had anticipated.

"No, no." Duez wrung his hands. "You see, Zander was working for me."

"Everybody knew that," Conroy interrupted him.

"Hmm." Duez seemed only slightly less pleased. "Anyway, he said he had
something really hot that he wanted to unload.  He was supposed to
show early the other morning, but he didn't arrive.  I figured he was
just too tired and crashed at work or something."

"He crashed outside in the gutter with a knife in his back!" Conroy
was getting more upset.  She no longer knew what was going on, and her
boss really wasn't going to be pleased.

Downstairs Hofstee checked that she wasn't wearing a fake moustache
and hung up the phone.  She ordered 6 prairie fires and shot them one
after the other.  Horatio was disgusted, Garay was amazed and Meidan
was impressed.  They all noticed when Detective Pavacic walked in.