Davis' P.O.V.
"What do you think? Can you help?" I asked Derek.
Derek was the man that helped me find some justice for my wife, Grace. He was an ex-cop now, that knew sometimes the system didn't work and you had to work around it. I thought if anyone could help Lisa it would be him.
"This guy sounds like a real piece of work. I'll start digging around and see what I can find. We have to figure out who he has on his payroll first. Does your girl know names?"
"I'm not sure, I didn't ask very many follow-up questions. I was pretty pissed off when she told me," I sighed, leaning back in the small booth we chose.
This bar was a known hangout for low-lives. The place was always dimly lit, packed full of large men with grungy looks. There wasn't a single person here that liked to meddle
