Ryan made another round through the bar. They weren’t extremely busy, but they had a crowd. He scanned the tables of customers.
Did they always have so many women drinking in groups?
The night was starting to pick up. The jukebox blared. Not too many people were dancing. The numbers on the floor would increase as more alcohol was consumed. He’d already told the staff to swoop down and remove any unattended drinks. If a woman complained, they brought her a fresh one.
He didn’t want to scare his customers off. It was worth losing a few bucks if it meant saving one woman from being r***d. He thought of Maggie and their argument. She didn’t often go to bars anymore, but he’d called her and left a message of warning anyway.
It didn’t matter that she was younger than the other victims. If so
