"Do you remember Slap Watkins?"
"The guy who was spouting off in the bar."
"Can you be more specific? What bar? When?"
"The night you came to town."
"That was three years ago."
"Yeah, but you should remember." Chris Hoyle sat forward in an attempt to goose his friend's powers of recall. "The loudmouth who caused the fight? Face that would stop a clock. Big ears."
"Oh, that guy. Right. With the..." Beck held his hands at the sides of his head to indicate large ears.
"That's how he got the nickname Slap," Chris said.
Beck raised an eyebrow.