Mike got up around eleven, dressed, and ate a fast breakfast. Even though he wasn’t due at work until four, he’d had an idea about how to find out if Grant—no last name—had been at Far Horizon two nights ago, when Watts had been there. To do that, he wanted to be at the club when it opened at noon, with the hope that it wouldn’t be too busy. That way the manager would have time to talk to him uninterrupted.
He was correct on the first point. There were very few people inside the club when he arrived. When he asked Roger—the same bartender he’d talked with the previous evening—for the manager, he found out the man was running late.
“He should be here soon, according to him,” Roger told Mike. He recognized Mike and asked if it had to do with the man he was searching for.
“It does. You bei
