"My kind of guy." Virginia grinned. "If you find him, please bring him by to see me, princess."
"I would love to," Sarah said, "if I could find him. And that is why we are here. I think you might know an associate of his."
"Yeah?" Virginia's eyes turned watchful. "Who is that?"
"His name is Walter. At least that is what I have been told. An older man, mid-fifties, maybe. Black. Military haircut. I have met him once or twice, and spoken to him on the phone a few times more. Not a big talker, at least not with me. The last time I saw him was here, at your shop, last month. He came in while I was going out, and he held the door for me," Sarah said.
Sarah paused, expectantly. Virginia observed her, and Sarah could see options ticking over in her brain. "Happens I might know who you are t
