CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Despite the late hour, Kate was actually glad that the uncle of Robert Traylor agreed to meet with them. His only caveat was that they meet him at a bar in downtown Roanoke. So as the night wound closer to nine o’clock, Kate found herself driving back into Roanoke, following GPS directions to a bar called Shorty’s Pub.
They found him at the back of the place, in a corner booth that looked like something that had been torn straight from an old noir movie. A pitcher of beer and a half-empty glass sat in front of him. He was vaguely watching one of the TVs behind the bar, squinting at the highlights on Sports Center.
“Mr. Traylor?” Kate asked as they approached the table.
He looked away from the television and to the two agents. His startled look made it clear that he p
