The idea of a few succulent slices of pig made the bartender's mouth water. A mid-afternoon burger hadn't held over as long as planned, so if a pink, squealing farm animal dashed through the saloon, Ruby would slaughter and cook it herself.

"Oh yeah, why not?"

Ruby added cognac, cointreau, and ice to a shaker, her hands moving with skill and speed. She sliced a fresh lemon in half and squeezed juice into the concoction before closing it. As she shook the drink, she pulled a sugar-rimmed cocktail glass from nearby.

She assessed the customer. Judging from the quality of the woman's coat and clothing, she wasn't strapped for cash... Probably had a tidy little set-up in a downtown building overlooking the historic inner harbor.

"Let me guess. Your condo association isn't down with the cause."

The beverage, now strained, chilled, and resting in a conical glass, arrived at the woman's fingertips