Wolf's Strength
“Guy in the mahogany shirt. His companion is wearing a white baseball cap.” Blake nodded in the direction of the man. “Are those the regulars you’re talking about?”
The head bartender’s gaze shifted upward and then down again. “They regulars but they don’t cause no trouble ‘round here. They ain’t the one’s you’re lookin’ for.”
Aiden snorted and shifted on his stool. He took a lighter out of his pocket and used the mirrored side to get a view of the two men Blake spotted.
“Samuel, how long have you been working here?” Blake inquired of the bartender.
“Years, sir. Almost six years.”
“Take another look. The young guy with the white baseball cap looks like he’s trying too hard to maintain a low key persona. His face was rounded with a clean-shaven jawline. Look at his shoes. Who wears Wall Street slacks to an exotic bar?”
Samuel looked up again as he wiped the bar with his towel for the fourth time.
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