Not that they seem to be using them at the moment, but that’s probably because people are leaving work, which could be good for panhandling.
He stopped, stooping down to talk to a couple who seemed more aware of their surrounding than most of the other panhandlers. Taking out the four pictures yet again, he asked, “Have you seen any of these people in the last few hours? Or know either of the men and where they hang out?”
The pair studied the photos. “Him, maybe,” the man said, touching Barone’s picture. “I think he’s got something to do with the strip club a few blocks from here. Leastwise I’ve seen him going in there a couple of times in my…travels.” The man chuckled. “Could be he’s just a regular customer.”
“That helps,” Tate told him, even though he knew the club belonged to Barone. “It’s the only time you’ve seen him?” The man nodded. “Okay, another question. Do you know a guy called Lay?” Tate asked.
“Maybe, maybe not,” the woman replied. “Why are you looking for him?”