Chapter 10

“Are you looking for someone?” Sage asked.

“Yes.”

“Aren’t we all,” Sage replied with a wink.

“Not that way. I’m here on business.”

“Oh. Okay. What does he look like? If I see him…”

With no other recourse, since if he didn’t tell him something Sage would probably keep dogging his steps, Mike showed him the picture he’d printed up from Watts’ driver’s license.

“Not bad looking. Why do you want to find him?”

“He’s missing,” Mike lied. “I was told he hung around here sometimes.” Before Sage could say anything more, Mike spotted a man getting up from the bar. He made quick work of crossing the room to snag the stool before anyone else could.