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They’d bet on it.

Chapter Twelve

Steakhouse

Bar

Interview Number Two

N ot far inside of the fancy steakhouse, they found the man behind the bar, already slinging drinks to anyone who felt like it was half past beer thirty. People were tying one on early in there.

As he was serving the patrons, the man was laughing, talking to customers, and refilling glasses.

He was pleasant, and no doubt, that worked in getting him lots of tips. The ladies were at the one end of the bar, and the men, the other.

He was paying much more attention to the ladies and there was no shock there.

Well, it was time to see what made this guy tick.

Tori was curious since his girlfriend went missing, and she had bet this was all a distraction.

A misdirect.

RARELY did they ever have a case, or had she ever had one, where the person that was the most obvious was the killer.

So, a jealous boyfriend or a pissed off stripper could fit that bill. The dude being accused of his wife’s disappearance?

Ehhh.

She was betting it was more about revenge. Tori was always looking for the misdirection.

Always.

To her, they were a big part of working a case.

As they sat at the bar, the man approached, and he was smiling up a storm, his dimples out.

“Bill, right?” Genesis asked, chatting it up with the man to get him off guard.

Bishop recognized that technique since she’d done it plenty of times in an interview.

Someone was buying it too.

Bill leaned on the bar and flirted up a storm.

“Where have you been all my life, beautiful?” he asked, grinning.

She didn’t miss a beat.

“Around. Can me and my friends get something to drink? I’m parched. I need a good, stiff drink.”

Tori was trying not to laugh. This woman was an enigma, and good at her job. It was obvious that she’d been stifled working with Jon Wilkes.

Yeah, Tori definitely liked her.

There was no doubt hiring her was a good thing.

“Oh, honey, I have something stiff for you,” he said, winking at her. “Nothing will make that go away.”

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