Chapter 134

As it turned out, Mike was wrong, which he found out on Tuesday, when he had arranged to trade days with another detective so he could spend his time looking for Davis and Peck.

He ran Davis down at what a street informant told him was Davis’s usual hangout—a twenty-four-hour club on the fringes of downtown that he owned. The man was seated at a table with three other men. It was obvious when he saw Mike approaching that he fingered him as a cop because he said something to the men and they moved to the bar.

“What do you want?” Davis asked when Mike pulled out one of the chairs and sat.

“To ask you a couple of questions,” Mike replied. “Nothing to do with why you’re here.”

“I’m hereto enjoy a couple of beers with friends,” Davis said.

“I’ll take your word for it. I’m interested in someone you used to know. Ogden Reed.”

“Never heard of him.”