Margarita

Margarita

1½ oz silver tequila
1 oz triple sec
½ oz lime juice

Shake with ice and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.

NINE — Umberto cut to the chase. “Did you manage to retrieve the information?” “It’s good to see you, too.” Maria ruffled her feathers and shifted in her seat. She lowered her voice. “Yes, I've got it, just like I promised.” “There was a time I recall when you didn’t keep your promises so well.” Maria opened her beak to respond to this unwarranted dig, but kept her eyes glued to the bartender on the phone. Verne had picked up the receiver and dialed as soon as she entered the bar, and his occasional furtive glances at the two of them had not gone unnoticed. She grabbed Umberto’s arm. “We have to get out of here now,” she hissed under her breath. “It’s not safe!” She flew off her bar stool, Umberto trailing unsteadily behind.