Chapter 60

“Won’t find out until you ask,” Maverick pointed out.

Dirk did, leaning against the restroom door to keep anyone else out when he saw that Galvez was the only one in there.

“Did you see the man who was talking to me?” Galvez asked.

“Brown hair, black jeans and a blue turtle-neck?”

“Yep. He didn’t say anything about it, but he seemed to be very interested in you.”

“I didn’t recognize him,” Dirk told Galvez, frowning.

“He has a very slight southern accent. I think he was trying to hide it but it came out in a few phrases he used. Like he was talking about the group that’s performing tonight. I said they were local and he says, ‘My eye they are’. That’s pure Cajun. Last I heard someone say that was in New Orleans.”

Dirk nodded. “Was he looking at me like he knew me, or just that he thought I looked familiar?”

“Couldn’t tell for sure. He just kept glancing over and once, when you looked in my direction, he turned away fast.”

“Fuck. Is he still here?”