Excerpt: ...myself. Officer McCaffery had told me that the bartender was trustworthy, but I wanted to make sure I had the right man. "You Lee Darcey?" I asked when he brought back the beers. "Thats right." I flashed my badge. "Is there anywhere we can talk?" "Sure. The back room, right through there." He turned to the other bartender. "Take over for a while, Frankie." Then he ducked under the bar and followed the Duke and me into the back room. We sat down, and I showed him the picture of Lawrence Nestor. "I understand youve seen this guy." He picked up the picture and cocked an eyebrow at it. "Well, I wouldnt swear to it in court, Inspector, but it sure looks like the fellow who was in here this afternoon