"Chy'eah, until tomorrow." He took a long drink from his scotch, letting it tap the counter with a return. "Who knows how they're gonna do it. You, me, the rest of these--ah, hobos, will all be," Barney dragged an imaginatry line across his throat to indicate the slit cut. "Outta here, see ya later."
Blinking, he sat up a little straighter, quirking a brow to Gretel in interest. "You mean you--oh, oh I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. It's. It's all they've been talking about down on my side of the hotel. Some inner level spook, let it out, spilled the beans."