“Sometimes I wonder if you need me here at all,” Armand said to Paul, the maitre d’ at the restaurant. “Between the lot of you, you’ve got everything well under control ninety-nine percent of the time.”
“It’s the other one percent where we can’t do without you. Besides, who would write out our paychecks?”
“Mercenary man,” Armand replied, laughing. “All right, I’ll be on my way. You know how to get in touch with me if you need to.”
When he left the restaurant, Armand began doing as he’d promised Tino—walking the alleys between there and the shelter. It would take time—even though it was only two miles if he’d walked directly there. Going up and down alleys, searching for any sign of the rogue, or anything that said he’d been hunting in the area…
This could take half the night. No wonder
