Roxys was, quite possibly, the coolest bar Gary had ever been to. It looked for all the world like a castle, or like some fancy English manor or something. Hed found a booth way in the back corner and sat for an hour or longer, waiting for the hubbub to die down. Hed even decided to try a Guinness, but found it too bitter, so for his second round, hed opted for his old standby, Bud.
As he sat, he overheard a couple of servers talking about the roof bar. Now that was something he needed to see. He paid his tab and ambled up the staircase that led to the roof.
Unbeknownst to Gary, Federal agents had picked up his trail in Tampa. They had store surveillance showing him shoplifting a box of hair dye. A clerk in the bus station recalled selling him a ticket to West Palm. When they notified the West Palm PD, they heard about the shooting and knew it was their guy. It would simply be a matter of checking security camera footage to see where hed disappeared to.