Chapter 3
The Whiskey Den pretty much matched the images the name conjured up in Sebastian’s mind—red flocked wallpaper, low light, polished brass, and music playing quietly through invisible speakers. The wealthy clientele in suits and knee-length cocktail dresses and heels.
It was a lot classier than the human bars Sebastian frequented.
It didn’t seem at all like a place Hugo would have done any drinking. He liked loud music and big men. The stupider the man, the better.
One of the bartenders mixing behind the long, cherry bar wore a week’s worth of heavy stubble and suspenders, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows displayed nicely toned forearms. If he hadn’t obviously been a cat, Sebastian might have guessed he’d found what had drawn Hugo there.
Gideon had said it had been a wo
