Memory Man (Amos Decker, #1)

by David Baldacci

“I don’t see that waitress around.” The barman chuckled. “That’s right.” “What happened to her?” “Her?” He chuckled harder and then stopped wiping, put his elbows on the bar, leaned across, and said, “You call it a her. Maybe I don’t.” “Then what do you call it?”

Cue the transphobia. This book is probably going to end with the transexual mutilating the female victims because of their jealousy. I'm wondering if I even want to bother finishing it.

The guy impersonated a woman. And he did it well. I was sold on it. And he served me a beer. Was inches from me and I never suspected anything.”

Makes it seem a cis-male is impersonating a woman.

“But maybe not the one who skipped out on you. Maybe she has another source of income.” “Maybe it does.” “You sure it was a guy?” asked Lancaster, watching him closely. The barman eyed her. “What’s your interest?” She flashed her badge. He took another electronic puff and said, “I used to work as a grip off-Broadway. Lot of its around that world. I can tell guys from girls, although I have to admit this one was really good.” “So if it was a guy, why did you let him work?” asked Lancaster. “I don’t give a shit if a guy wants to dress up like a chick so long as he can serve the drinks without spilling. All I need is bodies. I don’t count penises.”

“Then why don’t you go arrest that queer-ass bitch!”