“Let ’em have a couple drinks. They’ll be more relaxed and talk easier after.” Tuck looked around, seeming to take in the newcomers. “Except that one.” He nodded his head toward Crash. “Get something on her. ID, prints, whatever, and run her. If she’s as young as she looks, we need to get her taken care of and out of here. Pronto.”
Ruger followed the president’s gaze and saw he was talking about the girl he’d been concerned about as well. He agreed she needed to be checked out right away. “I’ll get it taken care of.”
Taking his beer with him, Ruger stood and headed for the bar where Crash sat on a bar stool, the girl on one knee. Instead of coming to the front side of the bar, he moved around the back, picked up a couple shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. “How about a drink for the pr
